Upon Waking

I dreamt of your sister,

smiling and Rubens fat,

tired from hurling a son

screaming into the world.

last time I saw your twin, she

was thinner for her wedding,

which should have been ours.

I haven’t seen you since

clutching your flowers

you cried and stood beside her.

maybe somewhere today

she is drenched and bearing down,

someone tells her ‘push’

and you think of calling,

slipping your own ring off a moment

and asking:

--RFRY, written Fall 2004

I'm not opening this up for exploration in the same way as the others, but it's an idea of the level of polish/density I'm going for.