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a temperature of 103

Posted to Action Poetry




your face
was flushed
and your forehead
and cheeks
warm under
my touch

i left
to make you
some hot lemon
and retrieve
a cool cloth
for your neck

my poor darling
out with the flu
and missing the
beginning of spring
to lie
with your head
in my lap
and my hand
holding yours