Dementia

by Ilan

Sunday afternoon, 
two feet 
on a cushion
reflecting  
on a leggy spider 
that climbs walls
and the repulsive fly
 
Yet, voices sing 
suns shine 
poodles dance
old ladies
perchance 
speak about nothing 
but  
Dementia
 
.... even if memory wanes 
and spiders climb 
lest God's net   
I'd read
every poet 
forgetting nothing.  

These sweet children 
resemble poodles
and Casanova's lovers,   
as in cheeks' tears 
If it wasn't for the 
damn Dementia  

..... Sunday afternoon
two feet 
on a cushion
reflecting  

Copyright Ilan Cohen 2010