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Random Poem:

vacation
OCTOGENARIAN

the morning after you went into the hospital
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I prayed for you
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looking at the golden cross ontop of the catholic church
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that hung in the air like a reminder
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that mercy still breathed but was out of reach here
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hovering high above the cold, steep hills
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my body was somewhere in those terrible streets
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with dillapitated houses and cigarette butts
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I kept staring at how the cross that morning was covered in a sheet of sunlight
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wishing I could climb up and grab it
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to cover us like shield of bright orange to block us from that entire town
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the clock in the tower next to the church
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looked like the sunken eye of an emaciated cyclops
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and was broken like everything else there
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like we were trapped forever
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the night before I slept on a too small couch
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with mucus green cushions that constantly slid off
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and each time I fell off with them
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I kept thinking I had landed in a snake hole
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all night I thought of the way you wailed
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curled up in those unfriendly white hospital sheets
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shivering and exhausted
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and it seemed then that the only lighting in that whole forever dusk town
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was over the nurses station in the emergency room
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where we actually wanted darkness
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so you could rest
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but the nurses kept leaving your door open
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as they scurried in and out your room
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in their grey scrubs like little overworked phantoms
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the only way I could sleep was to do what I told you to do when I left
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which was pretend we were both at home in bed together
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having decided to never make that trip
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