rose petals & fingerprints
he fingered my brain and touched my soul
leaving memories scattered
like rose petals
drifting
down river
& I
woke
that first night
after surgery
because I heard hammering
the sounds
of paneling going up over skeleton walls
in the dark
my lame eye
encased in a misty shroud I followed
the clamor
the river was a foggy morning
the pounding phantom
the clatter
a shadow
of fingerprints
