I talk to my doctor
on the phone, she has a pleasant voice.
she's busy.
very busy. her life is stacked with notes
upon her desk.
patients at the door,
on the other line.
I envy her.
the work she does. the healing.
the importance
of her day.
she was born to be what she is.
a life not wasted.
not a minute or hour,
not a careless thought,
thrown away.
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