Just One
Just One
By Sheryl Guterl
Like solar eclipse
dark shadow shows
back-lit on film.

Cells gone wild,
multiply with abandon,
hold health hostage.

Evaluate tumor.
Assess risks.
Treat.

Cut, soak, remove,
Stitch, bandage,
soothe.

One cell remains,
duplicates rampage,
consumes life.

Sheryl Guterl lives in New Mexico. She counts her six children and seven grandchildren as great blessings; she wishes she could erase the deaths of friends, parents, and her husband. But extensive travel in Europe and Africa has renewed her zest for life and new love has refreshed her hope. Writing poetry has helped reduce the dunghill of grief.

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