Healing
the clouds broke today.
not even the memory
of your puppy-warm eyes
can bring on the rain.
in this mall floating
amidst the nameless faces
i am whole.
i can smell.
i can taste.
i can feel.
i can love.
again.
feet
defying gravity,
denying despair
the solace of my bed,
putting left before right
and right before left,
then repeating.
past bazaars
and pet shops with their
puppy-dog eyes,
past the passing people
with eyeless faces
i float to the door.
outside the skies are dark,
rain hinting wetness
with it ozone threat,
and the sun scampered away.
but inside me
the clouds broke today.
(5/27/1982)
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