09 January 2006

This evening

grandma couldn't breathe so they
drained her lungs—again

humming tuneless tune
storage for dead flow'rs gives cold
comfort to the sick

empty gift shop sleeps
no more empty now than when
awake and feeding

headlights pass
nobody I know
still waiting

car drives up
mom arrives at last
time to go

Grandma's fine now. Tired, but alert. They didn't have to put her under anesthesia, so she shouldn't have the problems she did after Blackfoot.

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