Wednesday, January 19, 2011


Five chairs against the walls turn an X-ray corridor
to a sparse waiting room, offering no more
to read than a single Harley Davidson magazine,
to the mild distress of our momentary companion patient,
evidently no biker.

"Here, try my Walrus,"
We discover another closeted Canadian.


Beth said...


jem said...

I like this, you've painted such a scene, so many stories within, just waiting to be unpacked.

Greyscale Territory said...

Wonderful dry humour in this! Especially loved "closeted Canadian"!

Man Price said...

What we call around here an "I / Thou moment"