By
about eleven it was clear
that
another day was improbable.
On
Friday he appreciated
the
huge moon rising
and
likewise the sun
on
Saturday morning.
Being
on the fourth floor
heightened
his perception
of these
natural things
and
of course
the
clearly recognised end.
Under
the plastic mask
bubbling
oxygen by-passes
his
closed eyes. He mumbles,
coughs,
automatically readjusts
with
his right hand
the
IV line:
She
responds,
plays
a little
coaxes
him –
cat with
captured
sparrow.
We’ll
all
feel
differently
tomorrow.
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