even near death
with your eyes closed
lying
in the cold bed
of St. James Infirmary,
there are sounds
you will still
know.
the closing of a door,
a bird
on a sill singing.
the clap of thunder.
rainfall.
a church bell
in the distance.
her shoes clicking
against the hardwood
floor
coming towards you
to say bid adieu.
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