After some time of waiting,
reading about writing,
listening to the flute Muzak and
successfully ignoring my pounding
ear infection, the doctors assistant
brings a jasmine tea.
How. Beautiful. Betty.
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Beautiful. Betty. Addendum.
I should have read her the poem and then handed it to her. But, I
didn't. I told her it was a poem first and then handed it to her.
That was not in our best interest.
As she started to read it her head began to bob back and forth as if
hoping to catch a ride on a rhyme. Sadly, for her, it was a short
freight train of free verse and all the box car doors were closed.
David White 8/31/06
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