Sunday, January 22, 2012

Sick Call (Poetry-2/23/2002)

A woman, a man, a patient, a nurse...
   ...a limited conversation that seems to be cursed.
Closely watched by those who misunderstand...
   ...a friendly exchange or slight touch of the hand.
Not enough time to exchange an idea...
   ...a look speaks volumes, simple and clear.
To watch the eyes, smile and slight touch of the hand...
   ...is the only way to understand:
A mutual feeling and mental connection...
   ...expressed through a friendly affection.

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