In the Doctors Office
In the Doctor’s Office
A poetess, sits and waits.
Wondering his pronouncement
on her future fate.
I realize at times, other poets, this
process, you have endured.
The tension, the mystery, one
feels as a sentenced Moor.
Please do call my name, i beg, do
let me go!
This morning in icy cold, Sacramento!
12/9/2021
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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