while waiting for the doctor
simple moments
can be poetic
fluid and stringy
like gum or mollasses or wine
quiet fragments of time
like sitting on concrete steps
in the warm sunshine, spreading his fingers on my hair.
after 109 days of rain and winter
the body needs to see the light,
needs to know the sun has not turned
from us.
copyright EAK 1998
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