new orleans

when the body floated by me

on the river it was a baby

body thin and brown

it was not my alexandra

my noah

not even my river

it was a dream

but when i woke i knew

somewhere there is a space

in a grandmother’s sleep

if she can sleep

if she is alive

and i want her to know

that the baby is not abandoned

is in grandmothers hearts

and we will remember

forever