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The Cancer Garden
They sit covered by turbans.
Each head wrapped in a different color.
Pastels and bright bold shades
of pinks and blues.
Pretty patients
who glance around the room.
Eyes dart like humming birds
trying to solve a puzzle.
Some read last year's magazines.
Others gaze.
But all search quietly.
Absolute silence.
Tulips in a garden.
Waiting to see
if spring
will arrive.
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