The blue chairs face the screen on the wall -
A message says chaperones can be arranged if needed -
The National Geographics I used to read are no longer there -
Waiting for a blood test, I'd gaze at a photograph of a rain forest -
I'd find consolation in those beautiful pages -
I can hear a man coughing -
He's told the receptionist he's got trouble breathing -
I think of Philip Larkin's poem, The Building -
Terrible and true, I think, recalling those shining corridors -
17.00
Monday 26 September 2016
Wareham
Dorset
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