Poem 13 (minus 1), National Poetry Month: “…turmeric and ginger…”

madcap

I will wait a moment to breathe
in turmeric and ginger, milk and
coffee. I would sleep forever in your arms
as if I were home, but I may never
wake again. Prattling transit ride, rattled
people will subside as I but rest
in pause. Trees will grow
from chimney-tops and wind-raked sidewalk

will hold my hand.

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