1987-06-25 #4 – Somewhere, the missiles

We’re singing
with the kindergarten school teachers.
And the Moscow trees and sunlight outside
are all profoundly different
and yet so much the same.

From the top to the bottom,
they are organized and coordinated.

And from face to face
they are open and loving.

Now we are singing a Russian song and
now we sing an American one.

And outside the sunlight and trees
are the same.

But somewhere … somewhere outside,
are the missiles.

gallagher
Moscow, USSR
25 Jun 1987 #4

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