The Poetry of
Michael G. Khmelnitsky

Cappelbaum watches the rain
evolution proceeding
from his fingertips

to the drops of water
Cappelbaum silently mouths
the questions

sliding down
the waterproof glass
children of hand grenades and air

watch Cappelbaum
as he watches the world
holding together

silence and afterthought
on a ferry between destinations
in space somewhere