all that dying. sick people.
the clean
floors
the glimmer of lights.
everyone in white,
or blue
or green.
the smell of alcohol,
chlorine.
a scalpel
catches your eye,
holding your reflection for
just a second
as you pass by.
flowers in hand.
but you go to say farewell.
or
go
to get things right.
in time
we all pull up for a stay,
a visit,
or a long night.
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