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
Isolated
In thoughts of a future
Or none
Lari Smith