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
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