An Emergency Every Day of the Week
       

It's how you know I love you,
the trees along the ridgeline
sway into one another
the way I lean into you.
Clouds rush from us
the way we run away from
the world. An ambulance
screams along the street
at 3 a.m. Inside there's
you on a gurney and me
on a gurney. No nurses
either side, not even a driver.
We split the cold air like
a scalpel. A bump. I reach out
my hand for yours. Yours
is there in the air and it
clasps mine. The ambulance
just went off a cliff.
Now we're flying
and we're fine.

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