joy

brought flowers to the hospital
with cold light and
small talk

don’t like to think about
bones, age, time
the way we perceive it

the absence of a person,
the counterpart of that person,
the way the sun still rises
in the morning

the hospital lot is full
and all i can say is
i hope a lot of babies
are being born

let a teary eyed woman
cut in front of me
because we could all use
a little luck today

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2 thoughts on “joy

  1. You’ve done something I find incredibly difficult: saying something – anything coherent at all as you witness the last stages of someone’s life.
    I never know what to say to myself, others, or in prose.

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