As I biked to do my errands
in a town that reminds me of my unbelongness
or a Russian town far far away like Bratsk which no ones knows about
the such only the Trans-Siberia can concoct
I noticed in amazement snowflakes and light hail
peppering the view
with a semi clear blue sky
I thought how wonderful
as I lay my eyes on the tiny hail hitting my blue jacket
feeling all foreign and all
different, amazed as a tourist would.