Light gleams through rotunda
windows, a cascade down
past glass, metal, wood;
landing upon, coloring, small
huddles of friends, families,
patients waiting to be admitted,
or waiting after admitting or
just waiting in their wheel chairs,
a herd of wheel chairs,
their occupants swapping stories
of backs, knees, legs, ankles, hips,
all of the body parts that ache
with age, patients patiently or
impatiently waiting with soft
Southern accents under rotunda
windows gleaming with light
from a blue sky.
Photograph: Clarity by Sabine Sauermaul via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
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