February 4

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In the elevator
without provocation

a man began
to recite

all of Rumi’s
The Guest House

breathless
and done

by when we reached
the top of the hospital

every morning
a new arrival 

a task to stay
as steely

as the stainless
doors the same

face presented
to every floor–

closed.
Some momentary 

awareness comes
the body also

a form of conveyance
and pain its sharpest tone

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