9.23 pm
July 15, 2017
A precious moment splits your smile
From when your face begins to slide.
Eleven minutes splits that breath
From when the ambulance arrives.
An hour and forty minutes pass
Before a nurse is at your side.
With tenderness she takes your pulse,
Looks at her watch. And then you died.
In measurement of time and space,
Your passing lacks a feather’s weight.
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Phil Vernon 