For Jim
Hand to hand
combat
with dragons,
coiling from the cracks
in your past,
and winding
upward,
like ribbons of smokey numbness.
Is little
left by now?
I remember...
and I forget,
and I hope
you have tucked
them -
all snugly in bed.
April 16, 2015
Copyright © Diana Burkholder | Year Posted 2015
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