Sickness Poem

The body is intact but the mind is not.

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The Old Woman And I

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Published: February 2006


I walked into the building
But I did not wish to be there
The walls were cheerful colors
Yellows, and pinks, and blues
Various figures sitting 'round in beds
or chairs
Standing and staring out windows
As if they were forever frozen
As the olden statues
Faces craggy like the sides of mountains
Wonderful syrupy voices

And there she was
Propped up in bed with pillows puffed
behind her
Her flowing hair upon her shoulders
Her appearance almost girlish
In delight she reached for me
But then she disappeared
Right before my eyes she left
She'd drifted into silence...

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