The rain bucketed down
in the morning hours
I chose to ride to the hospital
31 days
I marched to Intensive Care
like a soldier
31 days I repositioned who I am
who you are too
The rain bucked down today
my heart rode to Santa Clara
still attached
I met Max for the 3rd time
We exchanged hospital war stories
We were fast friends
and see the patient
waiting around
the clock to go in again
under the likely care and feeding
of a nurse
who did her thing
While I waited like a suspended toe dancer
in the wings.
Monday, 20 December 2010
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