Let today be the day my ribs
break apart and turn the dirt
fertile.
The marrow from my long bones
will fill in and settled down
between the stones and
fiddle-head ferns.
Let today be the day that my life
is in balance - and not just the
thought.
The rain falls on me, like the last
person - walking lonely, dodging
the puddles with a
cold-nose.
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