The day before cancer treatment begins
It rains, the sun comes out, it rains again.
The day doesn’t know what to make of itself.
There’s a holding of breath,
a stillness.
A muffled voice down the road
beckons, "come forth..."
then, "flee the scene!"
I spend the day
waiting
for tomorrow.
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Tuesday, August 25, 2009
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