The Chemo Cafe 2
nurses come to top off my cup,
the coffee and poison mingle
in the air and on my tongue,
she draws the curtain,
moans next door persist,
snow falls outside the window,
the ground pure white,
trees naked and swaying,
like the grass beneath,
the people huddled inside,
waiting for crackers and another hot cup,
and for the coming spring,
the first green bud peaking from the death of snow
Copyright © Nicholas Enloe | Year Posted 2024
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