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Valentine's Day, 1967
Such a messy day
Blizzard winds blow
ice pellets, snow
stalling the land
while she breathes in gasps
Such a messy day
The pressure
drops in isobars
increases around her--
so young, Hippie, seventeen
Such a messy day
Here comes the water
here comes the blood --
push!
Harder, snowflakes keep failing.
Such a messy day
I have arrived
with frost and gales,
with amnion and placenta
sleet, pelting , tapping-- let us in...
Such a messy day
I am handed back to her,
"Nightingale" discarded with other names.
Thank you, Mother--
I'll take it from here.
Such a messy day
Blizzard winds blow
ice pellets, snow
stalling the land
while she breathes in gasps
Such a messy day
The pressure
drops in isobars
increases around her--
so young, Hippie, seventeen
Such a messy day
Here comes the water
here comes the blood --
push!
Harder, snowflakes keep failing.
Such a messy day
I have arrived
with frost and gales,
with amnion and placenta
sleet, pelting , tapping-- let us in...
Such a messy day
I am handed back to her,
"Nightingale" discarded with other names.
Thank you, Mother--
I'll take it from here.
Such a messy day
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