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Saturday, July 30, 2016

Frontier Living

Another day and another member of the tribe receives a bad diagnosis without warning.  This is when the entire earth begins to resemble a charnel house under the pale blue sky for an awning.

When the wheel turns
It’s time to be tested again
By illness and worry
Counting the t-cells and platelets
As love falls captive
To the pharmacological state
Mismanaged and uncertain

Living on the frontier
Where the broad sky
Opens to affliction and
Where death lurks
Like a scorpion in your boots
Or else in the top dresser drawer
Mixed with socks and undies
Every morning we must remember
To laugh and check carefully
Before pulling on our pants

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