Thursday, January 12, 2017

Red Cone(LF)#340-Friday or is it Thursday afternoon?

a message arrived
she had fallen over and banged her head
do you know anything about it
the messenger asked
she is fine but her head feels like an egg which has been boiled for too long

the phone rings
this time
a sobbing voice asks
will you come with me
to the hospital
another friend
she sobs
is dying
I am not in the city
she sobs painfully

her divorce is about halfway through

no spring chickens here
but love is looking
and health is trying

Titch sleeps on in the cool

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