Lest He Falls

In the narrow bed restless all night he saw his mother :
supplication of vapours coiled a hot day over the temple tank
as warm hands held him when he stood on the slippery steps.
In the narrow bed he held his breath balancing the memory.

(Day 22: ‘Take a stand poem’ for 2010 November PAD Chapbook Challenge. I stand on a slippery sandbar of memory.)

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