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Complicated Perfection


Overwhelming machines

a worrisome screen – 

none of us could’ve foreseen

what was to change our routine. 

Everything was so clean – 

stainless with an eerie glean. 

I felt myself growing lean

between hospital cuisine 

and little caffeine. 

All we did was for our little bean,

the pump, medicine, and saline. 

Though the world seemed mean – 

what had gone unseen 

turned out to be our perfect scene. 

© November 2015 by Amber L Hoppa

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