Thoughts During Chemo

Copyright © 1995, Marsha Penrose

The Last Sunset, and
spun silver wings no longer flutter
Hopelessly drawn to the flame of my suffering.

Time is an ant dragging a crust of bread
across the sun baked sidewalk.

So I
dream of pillows in the air
sticks of sweet cotton candy clouds,
drifting......

Take me with you,
Please.

Marsha Penrose