Canto I
For 63 years we were
friends until that terminal
year when we stopped.
I because I lost her
and she because
of dementia.
Canto II
She turned into Baba Yaga
when I decided to leave
from where I lived so long
for a new life and new vistas
where shacks were not built
on chicken drumsticks.
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