Several years ago.
Knock Knock. I opened the hospital room door to check on my patient.
The bed was empty.
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HighFives and Heartache
a sunset that lights our feet on fire
Shortly after sunset, the dance began.
We hovered together, huddled in clusters around the floor. In a quick, steady, tempo, we recited the day’s events, and the things to come. A murmur, slightly above a whisper, so patients and families walking by could not hear the secret exchange- our passing off from one nurse to another, during shift change. With too much to do and too little time, we spoke in acronyms, in voice and dance.
