Breath-holding kind of day–
I look for my vision
In other poets’ words
And find this:

Last night’s last dream
In a dark city
Running alone
Trying to find home
(Where were you?)

Big man shot
On the sidewalk
In front of me
I knelt down
Took him in my arms
Was his guardian
As he died

He was what I had feared
Now gentled in my embrace
Until his light dimmed
Then extinguished itself


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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