Sedona
Somewhere obscured by a list of appointments that need setting skin survey for suspicious moles on account of my mother’s history phone calls to friends who’ve had babies within the past decade unwritten letters an orphaned story from twenty sixteen and a gift for Daniel’s wedding I regret I couldn’t make (I’ve always wanted to see Sedona those blood-red buttes and desert lilies) lies the man at the end of the hall beside the pale window who has been weakening for weeks You’d think impending doom would instill a sense of urgency and make visiting a priority Wouldn’t you think?
Gaetan Sgro is an internal medicine doctor in Pittsburgh.
His poems have appeared in The Bellevue Literary Review, Glass: Poet’s Resist, Blueline, The Healing Muse, Best New Poets 2016, and other fine publications.