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What is appreciation?

A poem found on the Writer's Almanac
a great source for poetry daily 

Mammogram
"They're benign," the radiologist says,
pointing to specks on the x ray
that look like dust motes
stopped cold in their dance.
His words take my spine like flame.
I suddenly love
the radiologist, the nurse, my paper gown,
the vapid print on the dressing room wall.
I pull on my radiant clothes.
I step out into the Hanging Gardens, the Taj Mahal,
the Niagara Falls of the parking lot. 

"Mammogram" by Jo McDougall, from Satisfied with Havoc. © Autumn House Press, 2004.

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