Cycling Wash

Two weeks and a day ago
the call came
as I sat in this laundrymat
watching clothes spin.

Sixteen days of wheels turning on the PA turnpike,
of doctors and nurses
and pharmacists and therapists;
of terror
and relief
and exhaustion.

Knowing he is at home
resting with a new liver,
I sit here again
watching clothes spin
and praying my phone doesn't ring.

[written 5/21/17]


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