Only the night will refund

the bonhomie for which all wait.

Suddenly a breath of autumn comes

to cool the second week in August.

Eyes sparkle in the young doctor’s

faun-like head as it provokes

momentarily between the curtains

to ask for a spare set of slides.

Elegance wafts with feminine balm.

No doubt her patients would all

fall in love with her even

if they were not dying.