May 22, 2010
drawing by Slobodan Dan Paich and text by Moira Roth
Hanging on the clothesline
Was a dress made out of flowers and sprigs.
She put it on
And its scent reminded her
Of the taste of honey
–honey that as a child
She had gathered from the bees’ nest
In the orchard of her parent’s home,
Outside Prague.
She walked slowly toward the river,
Savoring the remembered taste
And her childhood memories
Of her mother reading to her
From Kafka’s “Metamorphosis.
