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Poetry and Medicine
June 27, 2007

Morning Glory

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Poetry and Medicine Section Editor: Charlene Breedlove, Associate Editor. Poems may be submitted to jamapoems@jama-archives.org.

JAMA. 2007;297(24):2674. doi:10.1001/jama.297.24.2674

How blessed is this scourge that blankets
the ground, salutes the early sun
with white trumpets.
Vines twine around the trees,
twist into tight ropes and choke,
a gasp the wind carries in its teeth.
Fear knots like the pale spot you saw
on film, the possible blot
blooming in gray blurs of tissue.
When the picture proves wrong, worry rises
like summer raindrops on hot cement
that vanish, a memory of weather.
Nothing to wind inside your chest,
no seed to flower, spread
like loosestrife or buttercup.
For now, your year is free of weeds,
even if your garden is not.
For now, your body is your own.

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