as if convinced his fears will escape
and show the world
how scared he is of dying.
Summer days are all he has left.
He knows
his weakened heart will not last
the coming winter and so he saves
his energy for the hours when visitors come
gaily through the door
bringing baskets of flowers
and balloons that fly to the ceiling -
caught between places
like the escaped dreams
he must learn, finally
to let go.
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