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.