A miracle really that a doctor
can make two small holes
in your shoulder one for a tiny camera
the other for an arthroscopic tool of some sort
then repair your mangled rotator cuff without
a drop of blood without slashing through skin and muscle
a miracle indeed that I have no interest whatsoever
in being subject to again.
Michael Estabrook is retired now, which means he is writing more poems and working more outside. He just noticed two Cooper’s hawks staked out in the yard or rather above it. This explains the nerve-racked chipmunks. The Poet’s Curse, A Miscellany (The Poetry Box, 2019) is a recent collection.