Winter dialogues

Above the city of little yellow lights
I’m standing like a boombox on the windowsill, I’m quite rough.
Snow falls, thawed patches, sometimes drizzling.
Against this background the shadows of passers-by, people.
More dirt flies from under the wheels of cars.
Elm alone, or birch, I do not care, so far away, is bending over, naked over a puddle. Harlequin is rocking.
He doesn't seem to notice those people. The liver, the kidneys failed,
he was told that he would not last long, said the forest.
Urine do not urinate, tinkle with medical instruments,
it's too late. By whose hand? It's too late.
Cute maple, we had a fight. It hurts me, that it hurts you, maple.
Respond to the bells of the soul that lie in a puddle,
it’s frosty for me, I’m completely alone.
Oh, love, eternal love is imaginary.
No, not imaginary.
I want to clench my fist, but I can’t, I'm like a shot, frostbitten fox...
 
Oh, minuet is playing
thoughts sweep.
Poems fly from heaven
numbing cold.
My city,
dance with Me.

On the water with a pitchfork.
Burning propitiation.
All right, you're not a dead fox.
Head crybaby, what are we talking about?
Tell me everything, I'm not you, fan.
Thought I don't know? Caprice.
An open question, gods get it.
A gift is a gift, okay?
I know this, they studied covenant at school,
we are unable to apply.
What falls down rose up, we dare not object.
Half of all people live as if there are no other people besides them.
Their fire is all red,
their horse is of all horses
not matching themselves objectively. But death is death.
The world riffed with clever men and violence, as one of the remarkable actions.
The stallion does not feel sorry for the foal, for him, for her, the mare is being killed by a combustible grief.
Mom is always a more humane person.
Wetter her tears, bluer forest.
She doesn’t need cameras in her face, glamor, all the fake.
Everything does not count, she understands, feels, and speaks about it without morphemes...
Paramedic, listen, you're not a real doctor.
Such therapists you hang.
Well, well, calm down, you talk about the covenants.
My sweet, let's look through the novel this evening?
As if we are still flying up, not down. As if the city is a winter kingdom.
Kai sleep with Gerda’s.
And I want to be with you in the winter and summer.

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.  We hope you will enjoy their melody, new linguistic tone, and a slight tint of an accent.