And Then We Are Okay

today I cried about the future       how you
were barely in it       the highway cranes

floating above us       how their wings
eat the air       like a sob

somewhere are knees       folding beneath
the weight of their own body’s       grief

somewhere is a woman       belting arias
lulling me awake       and finally out of bed

can you picture it       a glaucous night
staring back at me       singing everything

is going to be okay       and everything is
how we always left it       dry and collecting

soot at its seams       can you picture it
your hands rooting       from my chest

like a crocus       my tears in laminar flow
a full garden wilting       beneath our tender soles

claiming each of ourselves       as its own

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