Softening the blow with murmured regret
The dentist intones what my tongue already knows
“That tooth needs a crown, and soon.”
Blast! There goes the new refrigerator!
Carried off by waves of why this and why me and why now
The tooth’s simple pain recedes, nearly forgotten
Buried under fast-laid sediments of self-pity and indignation
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Crowning Glory
Posted in Being Otherwise poetry collection, tagged Buddhism, Buddhist, crown, dental, dentist, Dharma, echo, enamel, hope and fear, nurse, pain, poetry, tooth on July 17, 2012 | 2 Comments »