Minor Surgery

The surgery was recommended now.
A minor operation on a kid –
enlargement and a skin graft to allow
reception of more sound. The parents did
consent – I had no power to forbid
and wouldn’t have. But what a stressful day.
The hours dragged. I sensed my heartbeat skid,
a generation and a bay away.

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