The doctor explains the machine
which tracks the breath in sleep,
how it measures the levels of oxygen
delivered to the brain— For instance,
there is the moon above the treetops,
a tufted dandelion head in the grass.
Each silver spindle wants nothing
more than to float to the moon
but the cushion holds it tight,
requires a longer exhalation
or a sudden gust for release.


In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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