The Gatekeeper

michelle

Michelle called, asking to speak with Anne’s sister, requesting that I visit her.

She is a wild angel, injured, bad, on a motorcycle, 20 years ago.

She lives in the nursing home

Where my sister lived before she died.

She sits in the dining hall, always in the same seat

And you can ask her where someone is and she will tell you.

She is the gatekeeper of Mesa Vista!

My visits with her are always brief.

She wants to know if I am coming to her birthday party ( it’s in September)

And we talk about the painting I made of her which hangs behind where she sits.

Then she tells me she loves me

And I tell her I love you Michelle.

Music actually happens in the space between the notes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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