Doctor In Spite Of Himself
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Laurence Overmire
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Pen in hand
I am the doctor
Standing in the delivery room
Ever so gently taking the head of
The emerging poem
Not quite sure what I will see
As this new being
Takes form
And marveling at the strength of
The brow
The eye, the nose, the swell of the lip
A word in the breath
The finger and toe of each
Impossible sentence
Making a miracle of the
Expectant world.
~ Laurence Overmire
(Previously published in Words-Myth, Issue #6, Spring 2007)
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