Hallelujah Anyway
(title stolen from K. Patchen)
This very night she rises over the Butte Creek Canyon wall.
My resolve to see (and be seen by) her
crumbling under the food poisoning.
A white bowl, right to hand, is what fills my eyes.
Between bouts while sitting on the linoleum,
relaxed way past what conscious effort can bring,
she finds me: cool tile on my forehead.
--Chris Gaffney
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