my road home from the hospital is a twisty green path,
winding unwinding me from the opening doors world of
of patients seated patiently in gowns and their socks,
i am turning s-turns towards home;
and crossing the river over the two lane bridge
it makes me feel like i am truly leaving the territory
where i am official blue scrub girl,
and i sigh as i walk in the door, melty mellow
like this heap of soft wax candles.
1 comment:
oh so joyous. these candles resonate with such glowing aching sparkling ness. yay for that.
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