gate bang and cigarette
it’s break time
at the hospital

I’m not sure if they see me
as I water the garden, walking
the back yard, bed head and braless.
The cornflower blooms, the crows
call and build their nests. We
await the time of dive bombing
when the nestlings appear.

I hear them – voices
carry in this odd calm air –
far to warm
and dry
and sunny
for a normal Spring

cigarette whiff and
gate bang,
break is over, a
line of blue scrubs
snakes back to the
emergency doors

may the sun at your back
be warming in this most
unusual of Springs, may
the missing wind
find your patients’ lungs

Day Nineteen at Na/GloPoWriMo – a poem of walking

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