Quick Cure
His blood pressure was not as it should.
His circulation might not have been so good.
His hands were a dull bluish gray.
We went to the doctors without delay.
Reducing the aspirin, he did what he could.
Make it better, we hoped that it would.
We looked at the color with some dismay.
It reminded me of when I handled ink.
I said, “This may not be as bad as we think.”
With soap and water his hands turned white.
We examined the new sheets on his bed.
It was the bright blue flowers that had bled.
We laughed about this well into the night.
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