ANOTHER BODY

A week in hospital eases into the biting.

I try to smile in spite of dreams from another

body, one that lays dormant for epochs

and rises up like an inner tide and there

you are, dripping and clear

like you always were.

You stand by me, telling me,

do not be surprised if the energy of flowers

falls to the ground before your eyes

and arises in a different form.

8/26/25

Northridge