Her scrubs are three shades lighter
than inky midnight blue
prepared for an all-nighter
in a bold and helpful hue.
This evening her breakfast was
a cold-cut club on rye,
courage for the next lost cause,
and a sip of questions "Why?"
And in the bleary weary noon
she smiles and laughs and prays
before a shift that comes too soon
where she will do the same.
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