Dreamed
I couldn’t get out, couldn't utter
a
word. Reduced to a sputtering stutter.
Everything
blocked: no way to get past.
My
mother dreamed something like this as she crept toward her last.
She
was sitting alone on a bench at a bus-stop and couldn't get up.
No
longer half-full or half-empty: no cup.
No
bus would arrive.
Emblem of how at the end she felt oddly alive.
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