America Takes Care of Her Vets
I drove
36 miles
to the V.A.
clinic in
fog on
icy roads
to let them
draw blood.
On the way
back out
the door
an old
woman on a
folding chair
offered me
stale fig newtons
& a
6 oz. paper
cup of
tepid coffee.
I drove
36 miles
to the V.A.
clinic in
fog on
icy roads
to let them
draw blood.
On the way
back out
the door
an old
woman on a
folding chair
offered me
stale fig newtons
& a
6 oz. paper
cup of
tepid coffee.
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