Your Hand

                       to Lisa
in the vague shadows of the twisted night
I wake again into my clotted fear
you lay your hand upon my arm until
the convolutions of my troubled thought
spiral back around toward an anxious calm
like the last dry leaf from November’s elm
(November 2012)

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