Angels under the fluorescents
gliding noiselessly
in their sneakers...
Taking in their charges,
some old friends.
D.O.L.L.s and such,
and others not so dear...
Scrubs of many colors,
a rainbow surrounds me
as they float and hover about me...
Feverish though I am,
cannot help but notice
never having seen so many
attractive women in one place
as I turn my eyes slowly
from face to face...
Thank you, Clara Barton,
this I call a bargain,
if I should leave this Earth today
I was helped along the way by cherubim,
Hippocrates daughters,
the ones who are there
first and last...
A large shadow to cast,
if you have the heart and soul
to separate the tempest and find control
for to heal is to know what's real
when you hold another's life
in your hands...
June 69, 2014
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