Sam
Sam.
smoky dingy café,
workmen shout and curse.
She floats among the tables
tending like a nurse, pauses
when she sees me, breaks
into a smile then skips behind
the counter, lingers for a while.
Keeps chatting while she's
serving, shedding all her
pain… then, when
I am leaving,
she becomes
a nurse again
Copyright © Charlie Gregory | Year Posted 2017
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