A Tincture of Time

“Let’s give the patient that,” the doctor said.
And though I hear the phrase is often used
in medicine, it swept within my head
as charming and intelligent. Excused
from every pre-planned date – on pause instead,
and not ambivalent or too confused,
we’ll macerate these moments thoroughly,
and then imbibe whatever comes to be.

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