Brodsky Complications

d’Artagnan…
is restless.

Once, he wandered onstage,
admired Cyrano’s quick blade
and cutting wit.

Then found a musket ball
at Maastricht,
and wandered off.

Some say mothballed at Wolder,
others wandering the New World,
mayhap Boston’s where he found his feet.

Perhaps soon caressing
a lover of books.

Wondering what she’ll whisper
when she dances
beyond written words.

Russian

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