a friend or
two
come to the rescue.
they see me lying
in the road,
wounded, near death.
they see the bloom
of my breath leaving
my body in the frigid
air.
they bring
food and drink.
a blanket from home.
they place their
hands
upon me,
they tend to my
wounds. they lean
their faces onto mine.
I can see the infinite sky
above.
the salt of stars
against
the black cloth of night.
lie back they say.
close your eyes, don't worry.
you are loved.
you are blessed.
we'll never leave you
or forsake you.
let us wipe
your tears,
let us carry you
to a safe place,
or further
if need be.
you are not alone
in this. have faith.
we are here.
Monday, May 7, 2018
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