The Peace Garden of the hospital

High above the street noises
Sunlight caresses us
Birds chirp

(a recording I guess
Like the insect chirping and
burbling water in a Japanese restaurant)

Flowers, white, pink, red,
Poke though the massed green spikes

Peace for those in the isolated windowed chairs,
Not crowded together but
In thoughts of a future
Or none

Lari Smith