Monday, January 4, 2016

It rains

As I open the windows wide
To clear the air
After removing feces in a gloved hand
I hear the band playing
A raucous tune
The horn wails
for us
His shin is a shard
A splinter of what it once was
Not much bigger than the
Catheter tube
He sleeps
I watch
And wait
It rains

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