Orange blossoms and apple seeds

[摘要] She likes the smell of apple trees Laid across autumn peaks, Dried out from a winter snow in February. A secret ministry performed unknown to men She seeks hidden Beneath the morning moan of murders. “You have a condition”, Mathematically muttered, In vowels and consonants familiar to her. A rhythm she has only known, Her heart gallops To beats of ones And threes, Not twos, A diagnosis known to him Not her. A mother tells of men and wolves, But mothers dare not tell Of a mother’s lament. A father builds castles of sands and clay, No sunlight too harsh nor wind or dark He believes will steer her astray.

[学科分类] 呼吸医学