By Diane Verrochi
Rainbow-striped snakes wind their way
Along the winged pole I wear,
Hissing my not-so-secret.
You ask, I tell.
You forget.
They
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Diane Verrochi is a registered nurse who teaches at the University of Hartford and practices at Center for Hospice Care in Norwich, CT.
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