there are times and
time and
times when
weeks slip by and
by and
by and
already, my word, April!
You stand stark
at the end
of the hallway
a long window behind
glows your soul
warm, lighting
up as a geyser
on the cliffside
yellow or
blue or
like nothing I have ever seen
before today my womb
hung rigid and sunk
my core to the bottom
of the river
so dark
and deep
darker
and yet
I sat, yesterday evening
breathing I looked down
as water calls water
my eyes flooded
and for the first time
I could see, hope
releasing at the window
light running round my system
toward you I leap
blood red as nothing
I have ever seen
and this morning
a silky, still bunny
that never held breath
lay on the grass
as if it were sleeping
The dog stood and
sniffed and
sniffed and
walked onward
and she was beautiful
named April
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