The Newly Risen
doc. death gave him
two to six...weeks to
live
none of us believed it...
but within a month
the rough edged
hard drinking bus mechanic
turned from white to canary yellow...
and as he inhaled the last of life
an angel emerged from the mist
of his open water hopelessness
and whispered "its time to go big fella".
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2021
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