check-up
Three
months on
(how is that
possible?), a cycle ride
through Lammas Land, Coe Fen,
the allotments, Empty Common, Vicar’s Brook,
down Long Road, turning off
at the hospital entrance,
up to Outpatient
Clinic 7
to
wait,
again, near
the magazine rack
that now has nothing
on it to prevent the
spread of influenza, for a doctor
to tell me that all
should be okay, at
least for the
next three
months.
Category: imago/poema 2 comments »
September 2nd, 2009 at 4:10 pm
…and that is a good thing. Keep well.
September 5th, 2009 at 6:33 am
visits to the doctor are strange.
i’m glad you are okay.
no day but today, right?
the photo is just beautiful, too..