Anna Karenina Quilt
by Hezekiah Allen Taylor

was Tolstoy ever happy?
she asked me like a child
questioning the color of
a morning sky

I looked left out the window
as we moved swiftly
along blocks of fields
in muted colors
sewn carefully together
with borders
of grated gravel

we were on the outside
a dark set of parallel lines
to distinguish

what makes you ask?
I replied

oh, the train
she said

just the train

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