Friday, April 15, 2011

A Heart!

Word comes that a heart has been found for Dean Young and surgery is proceeding. The heart is beating. Gratitude to the donor whose gift is making such a difference.

Delphiniums in a Window Box
by Dean Young

Every sunrise, even strangers’ eyes.
Not necessarily swans, even crows,
even the evening fusillade of bats.
That place where the creek goes underground,
how many weeks before I see you again?
Stacks of books, every page, characters’
rages and poets’ strange contraptions
of syntax and song, every song
even when there isn’t one.
Every thistle, splinter, butterfly
over the drainage ditches. Every stray.
Did you see the meteor shower?
Did it feel like something swallowed?
Every question, conversation
even with almost nothing, cricket, cloud,
because of you I’m talking to crickets, clouds,
confiding in a cat. Everyone says,
Come to your senses, and I do, of you.
Every touch electric, every taste you,
every smell, even burning sugar, every
cry and laugh. Toothpicked samples
at the farmers’ market, every melon,
plum, I come undone, undone.



Lou said...

Good news!

Rebel Girl said...

The best.

Rebel Girl said...

The donor who gave his heart was 22 years old.

Anonymous said...


the other L

Rebel Girl said...

So far, so good.

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