25 June 2011

Yellow Birch

Yellow Birch 6/24

Everything is fire : autumn
we make another drive to another hospital

Picture tall thin white trunks waving yellow lanterns in a hurricane

The woman in the bed is so old looking : translucent skin
an echo of the grey sky : her eyes scan me for worry for something
I can’t explain I have nothing she is stronger then I am

The room is dark florescent light only makes it darker

The first snow falls across fields : silent it reminds me
of things I can’t quite remember : everything smells like compressed air

Burnt white crumbling paper