poem
Volume 36, Number 2

The Gardener: Saltivka, Kharkiv Oblast

After the invaders were pushed back,
residents returned: a trickle.

Some buildings: repaired, reinhabited; 
the bombed apartment tower torn down.
Shops reopened. On the streets 
car, bus, bicycle traffic: as before.

Then the bombings began again;
the neighborhood emptied, again.
Except her: she never abandoned
her shell-pocked home.

Her son is at the front.
Now the only resident of her block,
she tends her garden,
the one she’s kept for 30 years:

her hands weeding, 
spade and pitchfork turning earth—
in the bomb craters 
she plants new flowers.

All around: destruction;
in her apartment, order:
Czech crystal displayed
on top of her dresser.

“I have organized everything,”
she says, “according to my plans:”
“only the war is out of my control.”


—Mark Pawlak