Morgue Or Doctors Office
Blah gray cupboards, gray padded table, boring grayish blue chairs.
Plastic chairs, not comfortable, always two, but who needs two?
I wait for the doctor thinking it is weird there is not a single picture.
No pop of red, orange, yellow, pink, green, purple, or any pretty color.
This looks more like a morgue should look than a doctor’s office.
My eyes dart around in vain, looking for something beautiful.
Silver doorknobs, silver faucets, silver drawer handles, nothing shiny.
That boring polished dull silver. A gray drab room for waiting.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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