WATERMARK

The day after the colonoscopy
I open the blinds to rain and roses. 

The room was well-aired-out
yesterday. So was I. 

I dreamed of a dead friend.
We did not touch. We spoke. 

I was deaf. We looked at art, 
though I was blind. This morning, 

the roses are pink and smell
of rain. I have waited weeks 

for a diagnosis. Now I wait
again. I am pink and I 

smell of rain. 


~ sb