happy birthday ukraine


the heady intoxication of revolution
zeal for change, reinvigoration
fades more quickly than memory
by fall, the fragrant breezes of spring are forgotten
replaced by sweat of raking leaves
and the smell of sweaters packed away
do we/they/everyone remember
from whence we came
and where we wish to go
or are we ephemeral beings
guided by the wisps of cloudlike emotion