Judy and Mikhail some years ago in Kostroma, Russia
The Sixteenth Poem July 17, 2022
When I want to sleep and can’t,
I eat a midnight snack, then wait
for sleep to take me. It will come,
but I don’t know when or why it
waits so long. Sometimes I make
, myself remember when my new
beloved used love words in another
language that I didn’t know, yet
I was sure he loved me. That
unexpected love that held me up,
that took me over. We both wanted
to live in a small house in the
forest. He said one day we’d each
have a wing and fly sosmewhere
together. He left me. It will be
my turn next. I’m glad I’m still
alive and sleep still comes. One
day death, too, will arrive, and we’ll
fly as one, as two, joined at last.
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