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Called to the Hospital
Why was I brought to this room?
One more used-up old woman,
Why don't they just let her die?
Himalayan relief map face,
age-bleached hair, black at the ends
cheeks caved in where teeth used to be.
Weary eyes at the bottom of sockets
open slowly, she whispers my name.
My jaw drops - MOTHER?
Jimbob
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The river is moving.
The blackbird must be flying.
Wallace Stevens
Last edited by Jimbob : 02-14-2006 at 01:32 PM.
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