Michael Stone: Six Glimpses

Entering the Arpa Valley


A faded sign “BISTRO”


Comley with thick shins and petite feet in blue shoes
She was selling white yoghurt by the road.


A poplar in a roadside meadow,
its leaves straining south to follow the wind,
Like a girl's long hair.


An old car picking its way down a very steep track,
all ruts and roots and rocks.


Billows of hill and deep gulches cleavage,
hills smoothed into green-yellow waves,
lakes of light green in the valleys,
houses below, monopoly pieces.


A village drowning in greenery
Yellow humps of harvested hay rolled up
Ingathered fields inlaid into the hills




Michael E. Stone, Vayots Dzor 2016