Hospital visit

An empty beer can rattles past my feet

And the half forgotten frivolities of a blurry Friday

Relive in aluminium tinkles.

Ambulances cry out, wailing

For bygone tragedies and future mistakes.  

But we must keep walking

Away from ‘Get Well’ petals.


Trudging under my footsteps, the ashen pavement edges by

Like rainwater, stalling down dirty window panes.

The frail brown wrappings of a fly-away summer

Cling to stark railings,

While a canny wind whips hair across my shame

To purge my sins.

Arbitrary things.


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