Nothing more

Photo by Allie Smith on Unsplash

 

Than the regiment of day

Can drift my head away

Back to the cancer hospital

To the chemo and the radio

And injections in the vein

Thank God it didn’t enter

My brain. It’s your loved

Ones take the strain.

I remember Emile, yes,

Named after Rousseau’s

Eponymous hero. He hoped

It had not spread. Married

At the weekend, his Caribbean

Lilt still echoes in my head.

 

◄ Trilobite

An adamantine distress ►

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