Months To Years (Online & Print) July 2020
He’s almost an hour early
for hemo/oncology, waits
with a coffee and the other
early arrivals, watching
the white coats come and go,
counting the turns of the lab’s
revolving door, and attempting
to calculate the likelihood
that his particular marble
will fall on either red or black,
odd or even, hoping that
when he’s finally released
it will still be Spring
and he will have
hit the jackpot once again,
can stop one more time
at the bookstore’s café
for a second cup of coffee
and a couple of macaroons,
can bask in all the tentative
reassurances that modern medicine
can offer to an iffy, aging scribe.