Tuesday, 6 July 2021

night nurse

 night nurse

end of a shift

floating in the tiredness 

of cared hands that soothed

or could not soothe the some times 


time had taken the intellect away 

in ways that intellects could dissect in the pages

of books devoted to the subject 

and yet 

this tiredness is not to be found in

the pages of any book 

it is to be found in the muscles 

of a mind exercised with thoughts 

of the left behind that were once 

the foremost but are now

simply pity in your hands


empathy of a washed goodnight

in the glory of walking away

just one more time


is such an implosive word

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