{"id":2977,"date":"2016-04-13T02:14:51","date_gmt":"2016-04-13T02:14:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=2977"},"modified":"2017-03-25T04:29:25","modified_gmt":"2017-03-25T04:29:25","slug":"mayo-clinic-by-claire-scott","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/mayo-clinic-by-claire-scott\/","title":{"rendered":"Mayo Clinic by Claire Scott"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"sunset\"<\/h1>\n

Mayo Clinic<\/h2>\n

by Claire Scott<\/p>\n

A hotel in Scottsdale, Arizona
\nWalking distance they said
\nWe opened the door to
\nA hundred degree blast
\nWe drove two blocks
\nTo the Mayo Clinic
\nMet Dr. S. Crawford
\nWho seemed distracted
\nForgot our names
\nMumbled a vague plan
\nFor the week ahead
\nShe didn\u2019t look like the God
\nHe needed
\nI left him there, tubes and tests
\nMRI\u2019s and sonograms
\nEndless beeping in the halls<\/p>\n

That night
\nI called room service to see if God could
\nStop by, say a prayer
\nFor a son with curdled hope
\nLiving on the black edge of a knife
\nFor a mother pacing
\nCircles of terror
\nOn the worn carpet
\nAt Chaparral Suites
\nIn Scottsdale, Arizona
\nPlagued by the betrayal
\nOf her perfect health
\nWhich I would trade for
\nHis in a heartbeat
\nPerhaps arrange it with God
\nWhen He stops by<\/p>\n

I got a recording
\nroom service closes at midnight
\nI opened the minibar
\nAn avatar of God
\nAn amnesty from grief
\nScotch soothes
\nLike an answered prayer<\/p>\n

###<\/p>\n

Claire Scott is an award winning poet who has been nominated twice for the Pushcart Prize (2013 and 2014). She was also a semi-finalist for both the 2014 Pangaea Prize and the 2014 Atlantis Award. Claire is the Grand Prize winner of the
\n\u200b
\n\u200bWhite Pine Writing Contest for poetry. Her first book of poetry, Waiting to be Called, was recently published by IF SF Publishing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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