PINK LADIES

The Liquid Is Pure, Clean, Clear

As It Drip Drip Drips...

Life Giving Serum Ticking Away

The Precious Gift Of Time

As It Buys Me A Little More...

The Perky Nurse Named Ruby,

A Gem Of A Young Latina,

Sparkling Under The Pressure

Of Liquid Death

For Those Whose Tick Has Tocked.

The Neon Pink Steri-Wrap A Shock

To The Senses

Of This Lily White, Bleached Clean

Covid Void Of A Hospital Room.

I Like It... PINK...

The Anthem Of The BreastLess Women Who Survive.

The Pink Ladies Marked Forever More

As Survivors Or Succumbers

I, The Former, For Now,

As The Tick Still Tocks.

I Look Out Of The Window To

The Blue Skies... No Clouds Today

No...

A Cross Reflected Unseen To The Naked Eye

But The I of the Apple Captures The Blessing...

The Spring Green Tree Tops Reminding Me

That The Ascent, Can Give One A New Perspective...

But I Don't Want To Go Up There Just Yet...

I Prefer The Green Of The Grass Beneath My Feet

Thank You Very Much,

The Cool Brown Earth, Fresh From The Winter's Break

The Liquid Snow, Turned, To Nourish The Coming Spring.

Pure. Clean.

Drip. Drip.

I Am ReBorn...

A Chance To Start ANew...

Drip, Drip...

Tick, Tock

Thank God For The Clock

As Long As I See

As Long As I Hear

I Know I Am Here...