Thursday, April 23, 2009

napowrimo #17: missing something

dying has turned into a metaphor of trains for her
she holds my mother's hand 
at the edge of the bed
squeezes 
insisting that we be careful getting tickets
to Prague

the trains get crowded after Prague
she says
we'll probably be separated in 
the station
we'll have to count on being able to 
find each other on the other side

very seriously, she explains the 
fare will be covered and drifts
off into sleep again

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