The Healer's Plant

Imagine my surprise Seeing you Yesterday. How often do Our friends visit us If at all There you are In silence In the side walk A wild Green In the city How did you come here, My healer? The last time I saw you You were there Near our river Where the mountains Meet the sea Is it really you? Or a spitting image Of a daughter? Touch my nostalgic wounds Can you heal them? Bleed if you must Please So I can be there In your blood Once more

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