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Lying in limbo
by Jacqueline Craven

A red blossom catches my eye
As clouds float by my window,
frothing like candy floss.
Fire crackles in the ancient wood stove.
The old school clock ticks on the wall.
Shadows move across the ceiling
Stealthy phantoms in a fevered haze.
Nodding off in a twilight world
Of potions, lotions, snake oil cures,
Winging in, winging out, vague as in a mist.
Fogged fever, raspy throat,
Weak as a newborn
Lying in limbo,
Frustrated,       flattened by the flu


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