At the Hospital Waiting Area
With the newborn, the dying and the dead,
joyful cries, scared shouts, grief swirl about,
new lives flowing in, spent lives ebbing out.
Much to be grateful for, to be terrified about;
anxious hope, numbing pain, dread for death
with each gasping for the first or last breath.
Dried leaves whirl away, green sprouts sway;
shrouds of forgetting, vague rememberings
at the seamless rim of ends and beginnings !
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