Tuesday is the big consultation at the hospital ... scan results that will show the effects, if any, of the chemo. I will post an update later this week.
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Eyes Shut On A Fast Train
Passing open fields,
a wash of sunset soaking
through, bathing my eyes.
Trees, bridges, pylons.
The neon starts to flicker.
A loose connection?
Buildings gather round.
Black sticks beat a fast rhythm.
A pulse starts to race.
A tunnel. (So soon?)
Dark. The staircase to bed. The
last glimpse of a film.
Shadows
Sliding from the dashboard
over your legs, waist, chest.
Hands can’t swat or trap
the black ghosts
rushing for your face.
They won’t hurt me!
Won’t hurt me!
Trying to peel them off
you haul the zip beneath your chin.
But they'll only find your jumper,
T-shirt,
skin.
You strain against the seatbelt,
jerking at every black burst
on clenched eyelids
until, at last, a queue lets me reach
for the travel blind.
Go to sleep,
because our direction will change;
the sun is moving round.
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