Monday, February 16, 2015


The sounds of life mingle
With her moans.
Glasses tinkling,
A baby's fussing,
Doors that squeak as they open and close.
Her labored breath is kin
To quiet chatter,
Even laughter.
The mumbled words
Play bass to the singing.
Like some smooth orchestra,
Life harmonizes with dying.
It beats the drum
Of renewal.
One dancing
While the other

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