whitening artery

She’s bad news,
like a long hospital hallway
you can’t follow,
a whitening artery —
this dry ghost of what was,
always the approach
but from an unclear distance —

the incipient thing
you can’t see —
do you hold it, carry it,
touch it? —

no, you count to ten
and remember
there are 50 ways
to leave a Sunday 

About David

Prone to musing and to being prone. Father to two, writer, engineer.
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One Response to whitening artery

  1. spooncave says:

    very well done!

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