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19 - Tuesday
by Lacy D PhillipsThe scheduling clerk taps her excessively long acrylic nails
in sequence on her laminate desk.
They are airbrushed with beach scenes
that she considers fine art.
This tapping habit is as close to the beach
and quiet contemplation as she gets.
The nurses hold their breath through the waiting room,
wading through air thick with communicable diseases
and the aura of odor that attends the homeless
and the hapless victims of poverty.
They wear brightly-colored scrub tops
patterned with trademarked cartoon characters.
The patients are not comforted. 07/18/2006 Author's Note: Day two of the week-long challenge to write one mundane autobiographical poem per day. I have chosen to document what is happening around me instead of engaging in introspection, which is what I would normally write about.
Posted on 07/18/2006
Copyright © 2024 Lacy D Phillips
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/19/06 at 01:36 AM I'm totally into your daily observations. They are inciteful and descriptive without being judgemental. I can't wait for tomorrow. |
| Posted by Vere Mantratriad on 07/19/06 at 05:52 AM Really loving the observations...it's all in the details...your attention to what would normally be ignored. |
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