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Anne Valley-Fox

Hymn to Pneumonia September stains the windowpanes diagonally, southwest to northeast as blood suffuses the glass stem of a needle. I watch from the seepy raft of my bed the lungs labor, seaweed streaming vaguely away from the light. My secret is, I am happy. Nothing needs me but this. Rain lashes the windowpanes dispatching drought--O longed for, protective embrace!

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Issue #28, August, 2002 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.