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  • From above

    The silent crawl of traffic across the bridge
    Cars glinting as the sun struggles to break through the October grey
    The harbor empty but for a few last boats
    The last leaves flame on rows of maple trees




    Closer now

    Following ways and lines
    Glimpses of lives

    The long main street quiet after lunch
    But for a few
    Coats unzipped
    Or carried on arms
    She’s walking back to the hospital
    Blue coat
    White hair
    Quiet, deliberate
    She knows the way

    In the hospital, a doctor walks the corridor
    Seen in flashes
    Window to window to window
    Clipboard in hand
    Pauses at a door
    Shoulders rise as he breathes
    The children are just leaving quietly
    The old man asleep in the chair
    The doctor’s hand on his shoulder
    Strong, gentle, knowing
    Wakes him




    From above

    The pattern of
    Homes and farms
    Lines of traffic flowing north and south
    Tide under the bridge
    Wind in the bay




    Closer once again

    Three figures walk out the hospital door
    Just outside they gather
    Stand near
    Arms around one another
    Heads bent close
    White and reddish and black their hair
    Quiet their voices
    Sharing the news
    Holding on tight

    Others flow in and out of the building
    Like water they swing round and past the three

    They sun breaks through to find them
    They tilt their heads back to receive it
    And laugh
    Finding comfort
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