every morning
at ten minutes to seven
blue uniforms
starched and stiff
cluster in the spilling light
at the front
of the post office
breath misting
in the pre-dawn cold
of a winter day
four at a time
in the taxi shuttle
up the hill
for the start
of another shift
in the back wards
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Author:
Frank Prem (
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Comments1
The days attendance begins.
Yes. Only the female nurses were entitled to the taxi ride - before dawn, in winter.
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