She Woke Up Garroted by Darkness
She woke up
garroted by darkness
In the
antiseptic
bright
white light hell of a
hospital room
crucified on a feather bed of sorrow
which was once upon a time
a fairy pink crib with billowing sails
That skimmed along the surface of
The wind-blown sea of a nursery
Bound for all the birthright adventures to come
Which are now as lost
As parachuted dreams.
The distant traffic
Conducted by palm trees
Is a requiem.
Everyone else is going somewhere
But not her.
Not her.
She is old now
But young when her eyes are closed.
Which makes her want to go back
and lie limp as Raggedy Annie
beneath the curved rear window
of the Hudson Hornet
And watch infinity swirl by
As daddy drove
Puffing on his cigar like a peace pipe
Her brother slept
The ponton body rocking him like a cradle
And mommy
misted with Arpege
Sang Catch A Falling Star and Put it in Your Pocket
With Perry Como
As the tires thumped like heartbeats
And invisible wings
Flew them home
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