using my foot as a pillow
falls into a deep dreamy sleep
that he’s been working hard all night
with nothing to show for it
but a sunny morning porch
in an old poorer neighborhood
in the first sad years
of another century on earth
incarnation after incarnation
and it’s come to this last marriage
between his head and my foot
the affection of a lifetime
in which the world was moot
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