The Receptionist's counter is too close to the forever waiting room.
The Nexts are trying their patient penances;
Some seem to read;
Others appear to listen to the television;
There's no dialogue,
Except for the Dr.'s assistant,
And, the Receptionist.
Any conversation would be idle,  and not heard anyway.
They sit on pins, listening for their names.
Super Tuesday held no kryptonite for Super Joe, remarked the talking head.

The Dr. will see you in three years.
I fist pump and spin to leave,
Seeing a blur of corralled, bowed, preoccupied heads.
A frail face lifted up, and smiled for me.
Happy for me.
Truly the best medicine.

I have attended non-events.
Stood on the curb,
But no parade marched by.
I have cheered from the bleachers
But no team ran out.
I have entered the Church,
Only to smell the lingering incense.
This time,
I will fill in the empty box
To banish the void.
Humanity is the event.

These are the hands that will guide you to greatness,
These are the hands that will stay through the years,
These are the hands that will celebrate good times,
And these are the hands that will wipe away tears.

These are the hands that will love you forever;
When you are weak they will help you feel strong,
And, right now, since these hands are entwined together
These hands are precisely where they belong

Bob is happy
Bob is sad
Bob is angry
Bob is mad
Bob has emotions you see
Bob likes the fog
Bob likes frogs
Please be kind to bob
And he’ll do the same

Your heart is deeper than the oceans
Full of love and emotions.
Your heart is a shelter
Making me feel better and better
I idolize your heart
Day and night
I see nothing  in it like hate or fight
Your heart is my favorite gaol
Teaching me how to be a male.
A male ready to give and forgive
Not to cheat on and leave.
Plunging deeper in your heart
Makes me so smart.

.
Cut me loose

     from these strings

          that bind.


So I might again

     exercise the freedom

          of mind.

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