Poem: “When the sun stood still”

Kitchen windows slashed with early sunset
My course of existence forever bent
On a day knowing nine hours of light
Came the call that left me sunspot-blind
Cancer is a metaphor in many songs
Scale notes and melodies painting with my blood
The needle dips and drags late December’s paint Sunless days marked in tunnels of ultrasound grays

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