top of page

Doctor's Office - June 5, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Jun 5, 2025
  • 1 min read

in the waiting room, you imagine the

slow-to-handle patients already inside

complaining in a hundred different ways

or telling their life story in travel banter,

or the origin speech about growing up -

marriage, kids and adorable grandkids

 

so by the time lunch rolls around

the doc is an hour behind schedule

and eats while the afternoon’s first

patient sighs, fumes under their breath

and stares daggers at the office clock

 

so, yeah, set the alarm and take

the earliest appointment you can

 

unless

 

you’re a poet, like me, cruising the

middle roads of a poem your writing,

a kind of entrenched focus I’d

rather not be pulled from

 

quite upset when the receptionist

calls my name at 4:30 for the

3 o’clock appointment they said

was all they had

 
 
 

Recent Posts

See All
Have You Seen Billy Lately? Aug. 7, 2026

I liked to watch him in his waiter white’s, resting on a wooden chair by the kitchen or wringing his hands, gleaning the movements of staff and patrons, towel slung over a shoulder. God knows all th

 
 
 
Diary of Feelings - Aug. 6, 2026

at twelve years old, I kept a diary for 12 months, every day scratching down the kids and people I met, sports played, schoolwork, mom and dad moments, a laundry list of activities in the packed timel

 
 
 
I Think We May Agree

we measure human life by their accomplishments and the size of their heart although even with nothing significant given to the world, it’s love that holds the measuring stick not for the head held

 
 
 

Comments


  • facebook

©2020 by Poetry Rock. Proudly created with Wix.com

bottom of page