by Jerry Ratch
The little miracle of
leaking milk from our skin
The miracle of two mouths
attached at the lips
The miracle of inhaling
another human's essence
at the onset of remembrance
and the extensive and
naturally occurring miracle
of seeing someone again
in your dream
as if in reality
And on the bus I guess
the mechanical voice was saying
“Please hold on.”
Except I kept hearing
“Please mow the lawn.”
“Please mow the lawn.”
I like 'em both (I read them as separate pieces...)
Interesting. I like how you repeat "miracle" in the middle of a line.
Ver'nice.