My Page Sits Empty

My page sits empty
as I stare at its monochromatic
antiseptic whiteness reminding
me of the old world of hospitals
and the nurses' shoes of polished white
bucks walking on their linoleum floors
painted with directional arrows leading
to destinations such as restrooms and morgues
while their heads are crowned with white caps
pinned on with mail-order white Bobby Pins
adding to the germ-free environment of an anemic
stage of busyness as visitors pour in and out
seeing patients who moan not only from pain
but the poor quality of the hospital food which is
as bland as the empty page I am staring at.