Brittle branches jut in
Deep symmetrical Vs
Directly into lapis lazuli blue
Or charcoal storm cloud grey
Amidst such watercolor
One stands sentinel
Encircled by a carefully carved path
Trod by workers, visitors, patients
Engaged by electronic gadgets
Or in deep discussion over current dramas
Unconsciously absorbing outside
Hardly noticing
Your witness
To clusters of humanity
Who for decades have dribbled
On and off the path
Or simply viewed the scene
From hospital windows.
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