The week before, in Pittsburgh, I saw
a young man standing on the lawn
at Mellon Park, his hands nested above the waist.
I imagined his suffering and his solace,
his prayer, before he raised his hand,
flashing a cell phone
in the late morning sun.
Now, at the hospital, my father-in-law sleeps
with his mouth half open. A girl folds to her knees
in the busy hallway outside our room. As she mews
and weeps under the buzzing fluorescents
I remember my father-in-law
on the tennis court, his racquet
slicing the downy ball the same
color as the paper-plastic hospital
gown I’m forced to wear. The girl’s face
is inflated and her braids are tight. The sound
is a glass bell of sadness,
and I wish I had a nuthatch
to wrap in her two hands.
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