I met famous person two times, weeks apart, same year.
The first was decoy lookalike.
The second (real deal) did not look to me
like plastered billboard poster.
In first meeting, nothing consequential followed.
After second chance encounter, secret police came knocking.
They questioned me and Grandma what little girl was doing
so close to famous leader.
We sobbed we did not plan on Lenin being present
when Grandma sent Natasha for head of cabbage.
Comrades, what 9 year old has anything to say
about such errands, except to run to attic?
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