Dating : Today’s Chiaroscuro

Today’s chiaroscuro
is outstretched, the alabaster
cast across a hospital mattress,
fastened to pneumonic lungs,
his black reflection
plastered to a plastic chair,
barely padded enough
to hold the hope he carries
seven floors above,
where he can only wait
for wings prepared to paint
their old familiar colors
on tomorrow morning’s wall

© Guérin Asante 2019.
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