Doctor L. Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Doctor L.



Empty desk, empty chair, awaiting the presence of Dr. L.
to appear.

Computer screen black, still sleeping in a far-off memory
somewhere inside.

Until the doctor touches it with an electrifying persona -
quickly awakening to do it's job of relating notes and
tests to a brain that can interpret them.

Monday, September 23, 2013
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