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 Scene IIOne prepares a pot of morning coffee For the other, who just wants a cup of teaLater on, she pulls a steaming Tray of cinnamon crusted muffinsFrom the oven for the personWho ’d give anything for a plateOf fried eggs and baconAs for him, he ’s busy arranging A trip to the mountains for the girlWho never told a soul About her dizzying fear of heights Let ’s clean the kitchen, she saysTo the man who came from dirtDo you know how much I love you?Is parried by a nodding assent From the man who believesLove ought to be hoarded Like bars of gold in Fort KnoxIn order to ever feel safe So he goes outside to weedThe mulch of all that doesn ’t belongFor a woman idly daydreaming Of a clutch of kaleidoscopic flowers Filling her empty centerpiece vaseBefore bed he synchronizes the clocksAnd double checks all the alarms While she slips away from time And stays up way too lateIn the anteroom of sleep One dreams of a happy implacable future togetherWhile the other rues the possibilityOf there ever being a present apart2/13/23

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - February 13, 2023 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs