Dreamt a doctor took care of us last night

after solving our little medical dilemma

let us stay the night in his odd office



you woke early in our cramped corner

and slept again more comfortably

on his examination table cushioned, blanketed



my problem was to wash or shower

but the shower was in an ordinary room

wooden floor, couldn’t grasp the concept



how wash without ruin room

washed gingerly with hand and towel

and no one woke, Dr Bident was gone



a kindly mousy little man

like Ralph Gordon fifty years ago

who taught us the scansion of English prose.