laying, face fragile,
in thought i am marginal to her story,
while everyting else pours into her, being
so, with grace
and upturned intentions, she is smiling
sideways, gravity marks time for us
as i, hold, still
and soft as death or a sidewalk
when life enters and exits without fanfare
until a warmth comes
closer. submersed and paralytic,
in vain do i sit beside her so
june 3, 2008
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