Scrap iron lady
plays a sweet flute concerto
to eager-earred ferns
Hooked to loud machines
patients contemplate their fates
beside bright flowers
Mouth-hidden doctors
walk tension-pulsing hallways,
cheating the reaper
Pleasant old ladies
with bright garbs and lonely smiles
rest in green gardens
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