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nine
gum department store
moscow's eaton centre
a long glass tunnel lined with shops
( and little to buy )
i see soviet efficiency displayed before me
a woman stands in line waiting for shoes
she waits and waits and chooses a pair
only to receive a slip of paper with its price
she takes this paper and stands in line
and gives a cashier the paper and money
she gets a receipt and stands in line
finally trading the receipt for her shoes
i step outside into sunlight
sunglasses hiding me
i notice a teenager
tagging behind
suspicious
i watch him
turning around i pass him ( a test )
he follows
whispering from behind ''sunglasses 30 rubles''
''50'' i say ( a good capitalist )
he vanishes
i think
i turn a corner
face to face before me
he's standing
a handful of bills
into my left
sunglasses
into his right
without a word disappears
my wallet full
i search moscow streets
empty shops and greasy food pass by
my eyes uncovered squinting
breathing smog in downtown air forgetting
for a second
a thousand mites from toronto
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across a square and traffic
a toy store
lined and filled
i walk across into a crowd
drawn towards large wooden dolls
in wooden dolls
rounded rolling smiling faces
i pull them out and open
lined along a shelf in order
until a russian clerk calls over
and chases my dolls back to their shells
i turn and sigh to a young girl's giggling
across an aisle and smiling
i blush and turn and look
she's gone
i search the store
through bobbing heads
daydreaming of a young girl's smile
and listening for the sound laughter
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