Wednesday, July 16, 2014

In The Home

Sitting by her bed,
among those sobbing, groaning women,
in a room claustrophobic with impending death,
her spirit shrivelled inside her,
her mind fled to the fifties.

But later, given a bed near a window,
her mind cranked up.
It was the birds on the lawn;
the grubbing thrushes and blackbirds;
those birds kept her alive.

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