AT THE DOCTOR’S OFFICE

                    While in the waiting room, I watched a talk
                    Between two other patients sitting there
                    Each keenly staring like a hungry hawk
                    At the other’s hands and what they had to share
                    In silence by sign language manually
                    Purveyed with shrugs and scowls for emphasis,                   
                    A language I was deaf to but could see
                    Deftly deployed with digital prowess.

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