My high school BFF placed her ocean-washed rocks from San Francisco next to his. With tears in her eyes, she whispered "I've got breast cancer."
A sailor friend in Florida threw a handful of sea glass on top as he stated "I've got prostate cancer."
Then carefully, slowly, I balanced a metamorphic rock from Minnesota at the peak while announcing, "They want to re-do my mammogram next week."
Today is another waiting day for the family of my high school BFF.
blue ocean breeze
wafts waves of love and care
to the patient ... patient
while waiting ... walking
through a flower show
her face in every blossom
tiny tumor ... like a flower
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This is my first time participating in #NaPoWriMo - National Poetry Writing Month.
The prompt is based on Robert Hass’s remarkable prose poem, “A Story About the Body” and invites you to write a poem about the body.