Noctilucence

fades to not-quite-black...
hanging by one strap
from
the ladder-back...
dit-dit-dit-dah-dit-dit-dah-dit....
basketball echoes keep time....we don't...
if we could... would we..
or call traveling...?

by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

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This poem has been used by me in my narrative medicine seminars to junior doctors, explaining about duty to th patient, rather than to the various licensing bodies such as the GMC - and also the morals of the 'door handle sign'