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“Hospice”

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In a few days, I will visit an older poet who is dying. This poem stands vigil with other words and syllables waiting inside the word “hospice”: hope, pose, choices, hospi(tal), sci(ence), I, see. I thank DL for introducing me to anagram poetry. I thank AW for his beautiful life and words.

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HOSPICE

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A word for both “guest” and “host,” the hope

for a shared etiquette at the end, that kind pose

I will practice in my vigil with the choices

of a poet almost silenced. In what hospi-

tal of sonnets will he be solaced? In what sci-

ence of love will he keep his faith? Invited, I

follow three graces of Protocol. Attend. Listen. See.

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SPACE.

by Therese L. Broderick

SPACE.

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About ThereseLBroderick

Independent community poet living in Albany, New York USA.

2 responses »

  1. Such a tender poem, Therese, and interesting with its use of anagram. I hope your friend is comfortable.

  2. I have been enlightened by your definition of hospice.

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