At the Blood Center

 Millions of red petals of
Wondrous flower,
Stream down the little channel
Toward the reservoir,
Silent cry of
A child slipped off,
Mother’s arms to set free,
To help lift unknown
Slide down the wall of cliff.
Powerful wings of revival
For stranger,
Who
Will absorb
The part of me.
The only magic water ought to be
Shared, with even ugly sister-in law,
                        Over and over, for
We are the shadows and springs of all.

©Byung A. Fallgren