The Sick Bed
Your feet create shadows on the bed
seen at this angle, rumpled
by your night's turning.
Pillows aschew. Books upended.
Clothes- wreckage -strewn.
The hot water bottle cold.
And even your hand dragging
a shadow with it as you write this.
Potions and rubs and tablets your daily fare.
And outside- Snow and Silence and Spring suspended.
I like this one very much! Were you sick during the last snow?
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