The faces in the waiting room looked grim —

nary a smile to change the rooms complexion.

Strangers sitting next to strangers within

such modest confines.  An ambiance of dejection.


The people there seemed engaged in staring.

I tried to elicit a smile or two by smiling

and looking into eyes that offered glaring.

I  was rebuffed,and finally gave up trying.


But now and then someone not involved

in waiting, called a name.  We all listened —

a body moved.  It was like we all revolved

though we didn’t ‘til we were eventually summoned.


This, my  echocardiogram’s beginning.

I arose from my uncomfortable chair, grinning.

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