POA
Old yellow folder, flour
tortilla soft, spine and edge
gilt with velvet whisker
laden as a honey bee leg
with stinging missives
gloved in yawning pockets
Veterans Administration boilerplate
market tested gloss and gauze
The Cloisters At The Lake Of The
Pines
The Abbots On Tarry ‘Ere Twilight
Meadow
strychnine tang of Medicaid guidelines
flinch of a sleepy Living Will
thrust blinking into limelight.
Plain as a Shaker’s bonnet
sized to fit notes for a Rotary
speech or bittersweet poems
that toe the ledge below the
wall
we’ve hugged ever so long
but not so long as Lincoln
coloring outside the lines
of his cramped death bed.
Durable Power of Attorney
sprawls, showing a bit of leg
tattoo of your shaky signature
enough blanket to turn perfect
hospital corners with plenty
left over to gather at your chin
witness every breath, cadence
a deep well, words on the page
receding faster than I can read
them.
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