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A BALLGAME ON A RAINEY DAY


Lost in thought,
maybe in too deep.
It's a hole fallen into
hard to get out of.

Tigers were in a dream of mine.
They were a tacit menace
and everywhere I was to go
those tigers were there also.
Daring, always looking intently
at what was being attempted.

Stepping reluctantly by going to work
into treating the sick, ventilated patients
walking thru those many years
of being that part, the therapist

in the termination of life support.
I did nothing wrong there
just following dr.s orders and family wishes
turning off the ventilator was always hard.

Wouldn't sleep much those nights
too many tigers…
too many tigers…
too many tigers.
 

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