Shelling Peas

SHELLING PEAS a smile struggles around in his beard then gets lost again the doctor spoke like a stone dropped into a pool talking in bigggger & biggggger circles Death politely knocks at his door as if it were Beethoven's 5th 'Are you always as dramatic as this..? ' Death just smirks he felt like an answer being chased by a question he remembers his wife shelling peas into her lap a glimpse of white knickers at last he found what he was looking for...his death he steps into the blue that a window offers the clock embarrassed by its own ticking