Thursday, April 15, 2010

interlude

the sea lay undisturbed--
for days, not a swallow

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dark shadow of her former self
lay draped across the floor

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night birds' clicks
beeps swishes hums

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held to the bed with tubes
over an abyss of fear

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happy Easter said the slight man cheerfully
then fretted, are you Christian?

she noticed she could not say no

2 comments:

farmlady said...

For some reason this reminds me of my Mom's last days. Sad...

castlewon said...

well, it could have been her last days too. Not this time though