A Rainy Day in September
A rainy day in September -
a morning dull with mist -
we sit in the doctor's surgery
and mull over that and this.
The fair haired girl,through the window
flips through her notes and nods -
the smiling man at her table
discusses the pros and cons.
The tall stout lady waddles -
below an umbrella in blue -
her short, thin friend beside her
shares the umbrella too.
A delivery man drops a parcel -
then wanders into the rain -
the receptionist fiddles with paper
then answers the phone again.
The reflection in the window
doubles the size of the room -
the smell of fresh paint in the surgery
joins with the keyboard tune.
Each time the glass door squiggles
we expectantly lift our gaze -
hoping to see the doctor -
as a smile on his young face plays.
Joy Weare,
3rd September, 2010.
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