Hundred Feet Tall

(for San)

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You’re a hundred
Feet in the air
Quarantined, parting a sheer curtain
Waving to me
In a vacation-bound station wagon
We were heading West
You to motherhood: I was looking for you
And thirty years, forty, fifty doesn’t matter
I’ll still see you
There, up at the hospital window
White gown, flaxen hair
Your porcelain hand gently moving
Yes…
But incredibly your eyes
They sink into me the most
Looking out
With a love a hundred feet tall