Death of a Patient

I heard the news on a snowy day.
A heavy, wet snow that fell with
A smothering weight.

Tomorrow I will shovel the walk
And then pause to admire the beauty
Of the snow on the White Pine and the Elderberry.
A beauty you could not experience
And a weight you will never feel again.

Later there will be case reviews
And clinical judgements.
I will listen quietly
And remember the snow
As I offer a wordless prayer for you.

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