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Afternoon in St. Petersburg
By Dororthy Alexander
She couldn't think why she let it happen.
Although she was alone in a strange city,
a foreign place, far from home, where she
did not speak the language, she was
not lonely, not frightened, nor had any need.
Like a dream, she saw him lead her
down the corridor of the coach,
saw the tight blue uniform, neatly pressed,
stretched across his sturdy shoulders,
his clean hands with their neatly trimmed nails,
their firm unhurried touch on her skin
as he undressed her in the tiny compartment
while the wheels made a steady clacking on the rails,
the car swaying rhythmically in time with their bodies.
She floated up to the ceiling and without desire,
watched him love her. When the train stopped,
she got off, without speaking, and did not look back.
She has carried this experience with her all these years
bringing it to her old age like a piece of fine lace from
one of her great grandmother's handkerchiefs.
Copyright
© Dorothy Alexander. "Afternoon in St. Petersburg" from Lesson from an Oklahoma Girlhood. Reprinted with permission from Dorothy Alexander. |
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Afternoon in St. Petersburg
Painting inspired by poem written by Dorothy Alexander 
Oil
16" x 20"
Gayle L. Curry
$450
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