doctor, doctor – October 7

10.7

Waiting room snoozers,

hand to mouth geezers

we each deal with the wait

according to our inner gait.

 

to calm, refrain, lean in, remain

the spoken word or silent sprain.

what’s your name sir? insurance

frame whir.

 

coming now with schedules ready

hold that gaze, keep it steady

waiting, waiting tension heavy.

call my name. I’m resigned already.

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