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The view from Beacon Hill

By Helen Gavaghan

Brave blue light hurrying through Halifax,
At this distance silent, seeming slow, slicing the town in two.
Behind you the hospital: ahead a life hanging by a thread
Unable to see what I see
As the 571 makes its way down Beacon Hill.
We meet at the base. Bus giving way to ambulance.
The siren's Doppler beat reaches crescendo,
And fades as the blue light climbs steadily
To reach its unknown destination.