for Susan
It’s the voice that puts
me to sleep,
something like a waltz,
the dancing to the end of love,
Leonard Cohen’s hoarse slow
tempo moving through the heart
like streets without names.
At night I stumble
into other people’s dreams.
I could simply leave
through the keyhole
but there is food
on the table,
a woman combing
her hair who looks
so much like
my first love.
Vladimir’s 20th book of poetry Poetry: The Tedious Mining Of The Words is due out in October from New Kiev Publication.
