Thursday, October 25, 2012


After the echoes
of the sleek white floors
the disinfected smells
and the semi-rhythmic beeps
have melted in a blur of sliding glass
and you are standing on the sidewalk
blinking at the snap-dragons
and decorative grasses
around a round-a-bout
where a car is waiting
for you
although (like grief)
spring comes and goes
too soon
you cannot help
but start to feel
that you
might after all
be something that's alive.

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