spent reclining,
toxins racing
through my body,
vacant seats now full,
blankets covering
against the cool, yet,
feels good on my
aged surroundings;
plastic cables attached,
carry clear liquids,
backwash cycles
no present danger;
trickling comments
converse openly with
curious neighbors,
males in a minority, but,
wishful thinking
without speculation
leaves me vulnerable
and a little unfriendly;
sessions slip by silently,
openly hopeful until
my new routine returns
me to this recliner.
16Oct13
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