Thursday, November 29, 2007


November sunset comes too soon
The ancient ones become restless
Greedy for the gold and pink stripes of august nights
Craving them like candy
Their eyes glaze
Their bodies lean into the durable medical equipment of choice
Melding into a single snail pace movement
Aching bones and bewilderment etched
In deeply lined faces
They traverse to the commons room
Where Halloween puzzles have been abandoned
Half finished jack o lanterns stare up from the table winking
Confused, the elderly parade continues
Now under the wing of �that nurse�
She steers them to their appropriate rooms
Reorients as best she can
Then leaves them safely tucked under flowered quilts and velour blankets
Cursing the sunset of November nights

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