My wife undressing in the moonlight sleeve by sleeve.
Late duty with our croupy middle son
she got to breathe by coaxing medicine
and vaporub and steam. She feels a slave
to her predicament, wife and mothering.
Here is how affection settles in. You dream
a girl you had in Venice years ago
off season, and a room with long windows
so the light she stood in nakedly
danced as the breeze danced in the drapery –
her skin awash in ivory and shadows.
Outside the vaporetti bubble in the water.
Down the hall a boy turns in his sleep.
She tunes her own rest to his tiny wheezing.
Venice
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