Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Ameles Potamos

The wrinkled husk of grandmother
lies on a light-blue stretcher
as white-clad nurses push
her into the hospital. She is
wrapped in a pink floral blanket
from the home she won’t 
see again the brief exposure 
to her sunken face
melts from solid memory 
to hazy recollection, runs
down the brain’s rivered
flesh and drips into
the Lethe is swollen
with forgotten moments, a river running 
wider, slower
as we rush
unaware of life
around us Lethe grows.

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