Birth Ii
Sultry San Francisco September
enveloped hours of labor.
Hot, searing waves of pain
moved around and down
My mound of naked flesh
pushing as a tide with no ebb.
Into the dank, dark North Beach hotel room
came two men dressed in white,
Blurred in their motions of haste
by my sweat-filled eyes.
My nakedness was covered by a cool white sheet
floating down with a caress.
Three flights of stairs met us
as they carried the stretcher down
Out into the concrete furnace of Indian summer.
Tourists standing staring watched
My mouth open in a triumphant scream:
"The Baby ... the baby is coming!"
Moments later, siren sounds filled my mind
as his body brought the crowning.
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