(An exercise in non-plagiarism).
Feelings return with a shudder
and with consciousness, blurred sight clears
buttery sun becomes bedside flowers
the blinds scrape the glossed sill.
Nurses' voices, measured, hidden,
roll like gentle waves across the polished linoleum
insects skirt a water glass
help me!
© Graham Sherwood 11/2014
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