The Lights Of The O.R.
Dodging a bullet,
the PET Scan loomed large…
results both good and bad
“Nothing today
to worry about,”
but tomorrow left unclad
The moment secure,
the future unsure…
prognosis under siege
The lights of the O.R.
calling his name
—with hope the last reprieve
(University Of Pennsylvania: September, 2020)
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