false alarms wanted – July 12

7.12

one am blues in a hospital

gown, new meaning to the

wind at our backs

 

with love by our sides waiting

and praying while little lights

beep and burp.

 

the vagaries of aging leave

us wary and weary. is that

just of course or an oops?

 

so we wait for the doctors

to give us a word, when a

false alarm is all that we really

hope for.

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