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Volume 13, 2013
No, I won’t be here for that, nor
for honors that follow, or horrors
or parties or tumult. I put down
my yen and talents (such as they are)
for nothing more than time away
with my thoughts, myself alone,
to do whatever with whatever,
come to terms with muscle, bone.
Did I hear someone whisper cancer?
What power that word has to scar
an affable rest, time away from time
and all its useful purposes, a holiday
from stress. Chemo cocktails, sun-like
radiation: me, un-busy . . . and less.
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