A tear mist settled on the city
and I can’t see, I don’t write for show-off,
I’m driving on the night road of interconnections, you can’t see
but it is audible, audible as if the stars are pouring ointments,
on the rustle.
I am one of them small, millionth.
Communication with you is nothing but needles,
but it’s dark in the car, I’m sitting lit up,
let’s say lit, but the Universe was not enough
and it’s just a silhouette filled up with you
light, do not remove all the sadness from the stains,
and you can call for a long time and pull your hands into the distance.
Such a nebula over the city
your colossus is reinforced concrete,
but the song sounds not funeral, but restless,
as if window tokens were nailed through the air to
and if there is no time, then there is neither river nor bank,
turn your head, I am parallel to you, to the fire and
—Published 23rd of January 2022
About Anna Idelevich
Anna Idelevich is a scientist by profession, Ph.D., MBA, trained in the neuroscience field at Harvard University. She writes poetry for pleasure. Her books and poetry collections include “DNA of the Reversed River” and “Cryptopathos” published by the Liberty Publishing House, NY.