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Molly Fisk: Cancer, again
this time a slow-
growing rarity
tracing delicate
tendrils through
kidney and liver,
the lung’s sturdy
wall, artery
somewhere I
can’t remember,
though twice
I’ve been told.
How the mind
aches to abandon
the salient data
and amble back
to the meadow
we lingered in
only last week,
the one with
a stream, some
late-summer
columbine
nodding their
colorful heads
in a whisper
of breeze.
© 2018 Molly Fisk
Vox Populi 
I’m hoping whatever inspired this will also inspire a recovery verse. Wish I knew how to send this to Natalie Goldberg – I think she’d appreciate the form and content.
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