14 Ways I Love Latvia

because that roof makes me think of young poets composing as the snowflakes drift through their garrets

and hiding from the second world war in dark wooden attics

like the sea in all directions

and because of raw function and dependability

because of smoke plumes and banquets

Winter fuel to carry us through

lonely guard posts on corners

through my eyes

the horses are each one perfect

gathering out in the vast cold

I could have stared for hours

I stayed a little longer

breaking my heart with crooked rooftops

this is why I love Latvia