Alchemy
In the drab light
with the sound of rain
a constant reminder
of nature's omnipotence,
I wait lying quietly
for the new,
the unknown hoping
to turn lead
into gold like JK Rowling's
sorcerer. I could live
as long as I wanted
and forget about the calcification
in my coronary arteries.
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