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I race through florescent terminals

lugging my load. I fly

above green squares of wheat

through vacant blue, wondering how

I, for fifty years unblessed,

Can conjure love to ease

you into rest? As neon

spikes and dips monitor arrhythmic

beats and fitful, shallow breaths,

you lie oblivious this night.

I place my hand on

yours. It is still warm.

I study your high cheekbones,

your closed eyes, your hair,

too short, your double chin.

Our breath mingles. A second

hand marks time as red

flashing spikes and dips smooth

into two straight lines, traveling

left to right ad infinitum.

I say...though I walk

through the valley of shadow . . . .

I will fear no evil,

Thou art with me...I

brush your forehead. My fingertips

trace your cheek. The only

word I know is grace

to name this thing that

fills love’s empty place.