Possibly Oversold“Auspicious days.” What does that mean?
The sky's a ball of unwashed wool. The river
Doesn't sparkle much. I took my motorcycle
To the doctor's office, cut and slashed through
Dowagers in SUVs, and tradesmen half asleep
In trucks, to hear from an oncologist that, so far,
Everything is fine. My white cell count is much
Too high, but hemoglobin's doing well, as is my
Red cell count, and, so, there's really nothing
To be done. They'll count again in six months'
Time, but, until then, between the lump they
Placed in me to run my heart, and my still-
Shiny phony hip, I'm apt to thrive. Oh, lucky
Man! Auspicious days? I guess they are,
Though you can't visit me.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2019-04-05 at 01:26
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