I dream again this night
a sedan swallows you whole:
the green glass of its hatch
snapping shut between us,
the munch of crushed gravel
as you are whisked away…

But almost waking, I see you
sprinting down these familiar fields
inside a body renewed
after yours had given itself away.
I see you, Mother, I see you breathing
that cold air full of lilac and clover.

Alive and free from the nicotine,
the deafness and malignancy,
you are in charge of your body again,
a joy almost forgotten. You are restored
to where you belong from now on,
restored to the Wyoming of your youth.