Sunday, July 18, 2010

St. Camillus de Lellis (patron saint of nurses)

he told us

that dying happily

felt like an apple

being sliced open

to reveal the sky.

his hands were

the whitest birds.

we cried

and he told us

it was sap

from the tallest trees.

he told us

that as we fell asleep

the orchids would bow

in the night.

the lakes would

reflect more than

just stars,

and all the foxes

would lie down


and keep us warm.

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