by Trevor Nelson

All in a Day’s Work
Scribbling prescriptions,
the doctor kissed smoke rings
past nicotine draped digits
and pondered his past profession,
throttling rattlesnakes,
extracting venom with every squeeze.
A cigarette may kill me,
he thought,
but wrestling serpents
seems a bit riskier
.
He pitched his pen at the vase;
a rose shattered,
scattering petals across the sleeve
of his velvet smoking jacket.
All in a day’s work,
he thought.

Trevor Nelson lives and writes in Rockford, Illinois. You can find his prose and poetry strewn across the Internet if you look hard enough.

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