In the ashy grey Old City
like a billowing scarf –
through cold, dark Vilnius
three kings pass
just three more of the city’s beggars
three of the poorest of the poor
in the silence of midnight
in frozen mid-winter
their tears like jewels
coins clanging
against cobblestone
they will visit each room
above my door with chalk
I will trace the letters of their names
and a star of hope will rise
above the theaters, market squares, and butcher shops.
(Judita Vaiciunaite)
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