A hospital stay

Written by: Wayne Sapp

Bland, the colors of the fall inside the stone and pastel wall gentle beeps and colored wires the casters creak; the beds on tires. Leafless air and plastic light intrusions through a starless night mechanics of the flesh intend to find a way to winter's end. Outside, a bold October sky sweet breath of fall is passing by loosing brilliant leaves to dance their final resting left to chance. The deck's been dealt, the final card should fall with cheerful disreguard Yet, I find I'm ever vexed and endless, comtemplate what's next.