i cried at night
and in the daylight
standing on unsteady feet
knowing i should eat,
there was no appetite
in spite
of losing weight.
and when i tried to draw a deep breath
it came out small,
matching my size
as if to sympathize
with my growing concerns.
a friendly doctor said i could be dead
or perhaps not
but it all depended on what it is i've got,
and i had something
in my lung,
and being no longer young,
there was a good chance
i had attended my last dance.
Cancer?
but I'm a Virgo!!!
and i didn't want to leave,
YOU!!
my memories are not as important
as the here and NOW:
we sit
sipping a dry wine and
our eyes shine.
you ask and I reply:
i want to wash dirty dishes in hot soapy water
and thereby clean
my fingernails,
and ride the open highways and rails,
singing songs remembering Johnny Cash,
and then set a world record in the 100 yard dash,
while remaining humble,
writing a four line poem
which explains how the Rocky Mountains
became rocky,
and how our scars can be healed by a kiss.
let me be healthy,
to see the tiny hummingbird spin its'
even tinier wings
all the way to the sea of Paradise and return
with a flower in its' mouth.
i want to hand you a flower, too,
with my tiny wings.
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