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  • July 15, 1991: | For my brother Michael Allen Reed, Rest in Peace, 10/4/52 - 7/15/91 |

    My fingers clutched your shoulder blades
    during our last hug.
    My hands touched your hands one more time.

    When you slipped into it
    you coded- and the nurses came running.

    “Do not resusitate,” I said, pointing
    to the sign above your bed. "D.N.R."

    Your Triumph convertible parked in the hospital lot,
    top down, doors unlocked.

    Driving it home I realized you weren’t
    ready to go when you drove yourself
    to the hospital.
    You were sicker than you knew.

    Car radio played softly as I steered
    your car home. I left your body in a
    hospital bed-
    but your spirit, it rose.
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