What is it like to live in Eurasia?

Mom is flying to St Petersburg soon - 

  she has seen herself there.

In her bags there is no room again 

  to sneak myself in.  Perhaps 

I should set aside French, Spanish

  and learn Russian, across the tracks... 

  across the tracks I'd meet poetry kin

at ancient places, share wine at cafes.  

  We could laugh and drink till

we slice our hands and blood to blood

  become bonded siblings.  Yes... 

I'll fly over the illusory divide

  maybe with Michael, who loves

the entire world.  We'll pull up tracks, 

  plant orchards, extend our families

and learn more... what it's like
 to be Eurasian and American.