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Scenes from a Luncheon after a Diagnosis
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The noonday sun is in her eyes.
She says, "At least you are not ill.
It could be worse.” The name that lies
In the air, like the mumbling flies
Now diving from the window sill.
The noonday sun is in her eyes.
Between sips of coffee, she tries,
"You probably don't need that pill.
It could be worse.” The name that lies
Underneath my polite replies.
I hardly eat, she's had her fill;
The noonday sun is in her eyes.
This sickness they can sterilize:
“Sad thoughts are easy ones to kill.
It could be worse.” The name that lies:
The tear is never shed that dries.
Swallow and smile and pay the bill.
"It could be worse.” The name that lies:
The noonday sun is in her eyes.
