Respiration (incomplete)


respiration/ a very present absence.

the heart steamrolls to command

bulldozing breath……..

I remember my fingers

after mom’s death

grasping at

her absence

as it sliced through the air

on the blade of an aura

seventeen years,

two thousand one hundred five miles,

and one, deft digit hence

with a lone, silent signal

I pour my presence

into the palm of his hand

the universe sighs wisely

nodding its head

but bends only a little

out on the mesa

corralled by purple pueblos

with the prickly pear cacti

pulling guard

over his spirit

he tears open his heart

desperate

to let one breath

escape.

*********

© Ruth Ann Scanzillo

2012

all rights.

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