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He calls my name
And in a rush is gone
for me to follow on.
By the time I am there,
in his surgery,
he is at his computer
looking up my notes.
Nervously I finger
the sheets of paper
I have brought here
and a letter
from the surgeon.
I am the patient,
He is the doctor
But he is treating
the computer screen
in front of him
rather than me myself.
His reality is my notes
I am but the cause of them
just wishing to get better.
I myself feel unseen,
and by the time
he looks me in the eye
my confidence is gone.

 

© Allen Ansell 2023