Friday, February 3, 2023

The Winter Tree Man

my father in a green hospital gown
on a thin white sheet 
slipping off a plastic mattress
he asked me to remove his socks
to put on something warmer
peeling them down 
a snow of fine white skin flakes 
fell to the floor from his feet
because he could no longer bend 
to scrub them
toenails thick as tree bark 
yellow as amber

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