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fitful sleep     and the echo
.    of footfall     down the hall

the scarf of a dream     lingers
in the room     wafts off
as the eyes open     to see

what happened behind closed
.    eyelids     whose hands
was i cupping     in mine

someone slammed a door     someone
leaped through     an open

the skeleton of the night
.    washes its bones
in the rain
untouched yet by flesh     except
that     of a dream 

i wash my face in its bones

my face   its bones   the light
.    coming off    the sheets of rain

the cupping of hands     the lips
.    closing      over the rim
of vowels
like a prayer

First published in Willawaw Journal, Fall 2019, Issue 7

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