Into a still pond
I float, grateful for thin air.
Leaves eddy by me.
It wasn't the flu.
Who knew? But Lord Pneumonia
Gracing me with pause.
Dream cough syrup
Dreams, wild visions that meander
Like river currents.
Waking, I gather
Memory, like twigs and moss
From the water's edge.
Fashion a land quilt
To remember my dreams by,
Pull it close for warmth.
Step out into Sun,
Taking out the garbage now;
Water the wilted kale.
May 6, 2010
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