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The time had arrived
white horses entered the bay against his bedroom window
wind pushed slowly toward the glass
sand lay watching as the grass above surrendered
time to leave this water’s edge
where clouds had gathered playing tricks with the sun
dancing, frolicking, hemming him in
to gather weed then silence as his guardians approached

Guarding him from what
he debated
from white cell counts and high blood markers
poisonous drips or elderly eyes
staring out of patients who knew no return
from their hospital beds
to the bay side blue ocean
the green of his shore
smelling of salt those white colored beaches
courting the fish who swam quietly by

they were protecting him from death
he thought
how could they
was love enough
the screen door shut
they entered
a smile left his mouth and eye contact was made
it’s good to see you
he said