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Poetry and Medicine
April 28, 2004

Ellison 8 MGH

Author Affiliations

Poetry and Medicine Section Editor: Charlene Breedlove, Associate Editor.

JAMA. 2004;291(16):1939. doi:10.1001/jama.291.16.1939

A process in the weather of the world
Turns ghost to ghost . . .

       Dylan Thomas

The television mounted over
The ICU nurse's station
Is tuned to the Weather Channel.
No one is watching as the Canadian
Cold front slashes southeast across Hudson Bay,
Through the White Mountains, driving relentlessly
Toward the icy Atlantic.
The city lights shimmer, mirage-like;
Raucous winds raise whitecaps on the Charles
And rattle windows on Beacon Hill.
Moonblue light sweeps over you,
Like a cosmic cat-scan,
Softening the insurgent night.
3 AM a fox slinks under a bench
In the deserted courtyard
Just off Blossom Street, lies still,
Resting its head between its front paws;
Warm amber eyes glance up at your window;
You blink and Boston is a forest,
Green, silent, sloping seaward.
On the sun-swept beach
You are running with the fox.

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