The Cancer Garden

A poem about a cancer clinic.

They sit covered by turbans.
Each head wrapped in a different color.
Pastels and bright bold shades
of pinks and blues.

Pretty patients
who glance around the room.
Eyes dart like humming birds
trying to solve a puzzle.

Some read last year's magazines.
Others gaze.
But all search quietly.

Absolute silence.

Tulips in a garden.

Waiting to see
if spring
will arrive.