Hospice Nurse

Her way of comforting plashed the grief that sprawled in syllables along pathways not woven fallen falling across once keepsake leaves on acres felt. Each footfall dotting a horizontal plane destined to reach unwanted locus imperfectly alone. Fragility resists insight while needing one fresh day unequal to escape. There is no living past what remains unfinished joy. Devotion interrupted shifts compass away from chanted true north as though a real concerto resisting what finality is imagined to achieve. 

Predicate, predictor, sheaths of color dimming toward transparency



Sheila E Murphy



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