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Readable Hospital Information Leaflets For Elderly Patients

Scented with African Bird Peppers
and leaning in to a third afternoon, first month
of a recluse year, my neighbor looks on wistful
as an overweight high school girl.

She's been dumped, assigned
to our flambeau colored sanitarium.
The faux brick pillars of the day room,
beds that open and close like clam shells,
perpendicular corridors content with themselves

like the interlaced fingers of a priest.
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Brian Jani 07 July 2014

artistic poetry skills indeed here Mr Henrie.one has to.be observant of what goes on around him order to write such meaningful poetry.

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Ivan Donn Carswell 20 March 2008

A fabulous poem Bernard - subtle and full of light and fine imagery. You have an artists eye and pen. Rgds, Ivan

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