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Poet’s Showcase

January 29, 2006

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Waiting on Death in Jackson, Mississippi

By Max Sutton

Little seems happening. The drip

ticks. Oxygen in a steady wheeze

sifts from the machine. Her chest lifts,

falls, lifts, falls, an old oak rocker

on a worn pine floor. "I'm happy,"

she said, and then stopped talking.


Does she feel pain, a daughter

asks her father in a dream.

"Not much, honey," he says,

having died some time before.

"This is how it has to be."

His gray sedan idles in midsummer

dusk, a shadow in the seat beside him.


Upstairs in the plantation house

her light stays on. He taxis off,

sixty-seven years her husband,

chauffeur for more, circling

the mansion, ready

when she is ready.


- Max Sutton lives in Eudora.

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