My Crimea

I remember the poppies, fields of poppies

Early on a warm Crimean morning, and

Everyday in Simferopol

Sunny days at Nikolaevka not eating dried fish

Sevastopol's friends

Balaklava's bobbing boats

Caves near Bakchiserai

Feodosiya's seriously failed work

Climbing past Sudak

Nikitsky of Yalta (Oh how I wish I could go back as the Present Me!)

Fsidga gatov in Gersuf

Sailing past Evpatoria with bubbly and figs

Kerch's darkness

Sholkino's fire

The healing teachers of Jonquoi

And the poppies, fields of poppies

Early on a warm Crimean morning.