a post-surgical state of mind.
thankful
to be alive,
and yet
somehow,
unworried about ever getting
to the other
side.
will Peter
have my paperwork
stamped
and right?
there are still things
to do,
i suppose,
places to go,
people to love
and to be loved by.
more poems
to write.
more food to eat, hours
at night
to sleep.
it was just a short
stop by
the woods
on a snowy
winters night, the horse
and I.
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