I want my Isabelle
Driving home after leaving Isabelle at the hospital for a bone biopsy to confirm what I already know in my heart, I am left with all...
The needle in your weary legs
and you relax at last
your breathing slows your head
set down upon the pillowed floor.
Your eyes so calm and soft
your chest unfurls as you set sail
a final breath or two a gentle wind
and then your journey made and done.