The third coffee
did nothing to the dizziness
and we sat in the hospital canteen
waiting.

My friend had the eyes of one
fresh, clear and egg yolky
after a heart out lament.
His proximity to his father
arrived late.

A fly buzzed out of the TV set;
in the turned down volume
we grew rabbit ears.

What did we listen?
What was there for our ears?
My friend’s father’s dialysis results
as the breaking news?