poem

 Date NightYou make reservations And I ’ll bring the nightWear that black dressWith the matching heels And I ’ll arrange the starsWe ’ll show up lateForget to eatDance on the arc Of the moonLike northern lights To the funk swingOf galaxies spinningWe ’ll pay the bill in firefliesAnd then serenade the kitchenOn our way down the black holeTo an infinite densityWhere all love that mattersIs reduced to a singularityBeyond time or extensionIn the morning You can make the coffeeAnd I ’ll bring the sun 7/1/23

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - July 1, 2023 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs