Nothing About October Leaves


Were you scared
Sitting in the blue chair
Waiting for the ambulance
In the middle of the empty garage (its door wide open)
Writing emergency contacts on note cards
Thinking you’d be going unconscious soon
Preparing to die?

What did you dream about
Laying in the bed
At the end of the hall
Where we fed you through a straw
And they craned you out of bed to take you to the bathroom
And you pulled out your IV
Ready to die?

The crack off the bat
The high-flying ball
Going, going, gone

Around the horn
Back to the beginning
As American as apple pie
And as common as breath


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