I’m Day 13 following Ivory and Steve with #Reverb 10 posts  here:

Hard Copy

Year, like soap, softened, sweet-smelling,

sometimes, like citrus,  snuffed candles’

after-burn, hot wax, congealing.

Year of wax. Year of hugs and hands.

Year of hospitals, pills; the here and there

of appointments. Christmas on the ward

tree with gold baubles, young men

sprawled on couches, getting my keys

back, released, not free. We  tried

 to adapt  to unpredictable weather.