I had a triple bypass surgery and died on the table and was revived: did not know of my demise until I read the doctor's report on his desk while his back was turned to me. One out of every thousand they said, before wheeling me to the operating room door where the doc stood with his team, all in hairnets and blue scrubs-- "any questions?" the doc asked. "Let's do it," I said. They ran the stretcher into the stadium, under the lights.

About the Poet:
Wayne F. Burke’s poetry has been widely published in print and online. He is author of eight published poetry collections and a book of short stories. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2022 and Best of the Net in 2021 and 2020. He lives in Vermont.
Powerful scribe!
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thank you posbey. wfb
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thank you Tiffany. wfb
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