The fevered fist of Friday poetry sez "negative," and we obey.
the doctor is talking
his words like rain on a tin roof
a comforting meaningless patter
the spot on the x ray
a hazy bright cloud in a threatening sky
this negative is a reversal of life, of course
for dark clouds loom in her blue summer skies
and she sighs upward in her hospital bed
leans toward the door aperch her elbows
and ponders what to tell her family
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