my doctor is gentle
with the needle. she slips it
into a vein
so easily.
I hardly know she's draining
blood
from my arm.
she taps my chest,
listens to my heart, peers
into my
throat and ears.
she says, hmmm, every now
and then,
then writes something down.
she's a good doctor, always
with a smile,
tender
and concerned.
rarely is she down.
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