Sandi Russell Sings
To the American jazz singer, on her 70th birthday
The darkness, the wetness, the wrongness
of this English winter
is welcome as daybreak’s midnight.
is predicting tomorrow’s rain.
O friend and forever American,
what are we doing here, cramped on this island?
How did we fumblingly find our way
to this teapot of terrible weather?
Exiles or escapists, we have packed the sun
into our childhoods –
sash windows carelessly opened
to a soft breeze
scented with hopscotch and roses,
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