Monday, 1 August 2011

Hospital corners.

A flick of the wrist
The billow and snap of white fabric
Soft as a cloud
with creases sharp as paper
Fold and tuck
times four
Sweep a hand across the flat
to straighten the wrinkles
Hospital corners
Heavy warmth cased in purity
Laid on top
And neat under
Two pockets of comfort
Plumped and placed
A tug and a smile
Then covered with flowers

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