91, In Hospice
Awake, she ate with unexpected haste
Hands flying over the tray spilling nothing
Coffee is stone cold, she said to the room
Ignoring the gloved hand, caressing her hair
Source:
91, In Hospice,
That's What I'm Talking About, Collected Essays and Reviews (Nativa, LLC, 2008) p. 44 - Available at Amazon.com and elsewhere
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