At The Doctors' Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

At The Doctors'



In an office full of faces you can get a nervous appetite
or suddenly pretend you know what you are doing.
Finding a seat, flopping into it so the faces turn to other subjects in the room.
What a funny place to be at rest with such a humor - as in the Doctor's office we all sit and wait for our turn to come next.

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Written in 1980.
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