they have raced him their ails –
some their own, some their neighbors,
new to their town, shingle braving the wind,
hurried to see will he name them correctly,
seeking to proffer their cares and their years.
some tell of doctors who failed them by leaving,
others of failures who stayed overlong,
yet most seem so eager for tending it’s mercy,
asking a word of your mending in time,
praying a tincture of care in your healing,
breaking the seal of your ointment again.