It is Spring.
A rabbit made his home
in my yard and did not run away,
when I spoke to him.
I hold on to
this picture in a dark, windowless
room with six TVs blasting
Death notices:
For patients plugged-in
Fo bags of diluted poisons.
Author Bio: Shirley Adelman
This poem appeared in: Kaleidoscope: Exploring the Experience of Disability through Literature and the Fine Arts, No. 73, July 2016. An online journal to be viewed at www.udsakron.org and www.scribd.com