The earthy manner in which he kneels
when coy-haired man says, "Marry me"
causes the woman to fall backward.
He carries her to the Russian castle on the river.
A mild break from the clanging of pots,
he steers the car into the vineyards
and saki gardens. The coy-haired man sees
the lightness of the sun-baked dazzle of the saki gardens,
the day soaring like a plane without an engine.
Priscilla Lee