April is Poetry Month


Walk with me won’t you please
help me over the floating stairway underneath,
my beggarly feet slip.
Without your everlasting arms I might float away

another shore where someone else awake at night
might pick me up and bring me home.
Known there in the blood, closer than breath.
Pull me to your chest, your heart —

my heart
your science my soul.
Assemble the healers
tell them –

there is nothing
that cannot be revived.

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