He sees emerald rolling hillsand brilliant blue skiesthat stretch forever. He sees a train rolling by,the passengers wave,cars float in the clouds,a wire suspended between lips,a lady painted on the door, but he listens,he understands, his appetite takes in small bites,slow swallowing,juice flows fluidly througha flexible straw, yesterday, cranberry flavorsmade him smile. Today, he winced […]

Hospice Wings