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At the Seattle Cancer Treatment and Wellness Center
Dr. Chue comes to work with an armful
of roses and swordfern,
soil in his cuffs.
I see sacred white elephants
on his tie, tell him about my Mohawk
viburnum, its magenta berries,
spicy white flowers.
As he kneels before the tumor
in my breast, he whispers,
"Shrink more, more, more."
I receive the blessing
of his healing waters.
As the tumor markers drop,
he becomes my almanac,
healthy cells planted
under a new moon.
Paula Jones Gardiner
Seattle
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