dermatologist

space aged hospital, glass and steel
three-story atrium sprouts gleaming columns
all atilt, facade more a whirling laboratory
in orbit than a rational, balanced Greek temple

light glances wild all multi-planed, starry
blind you wander among cubicles till nurse
leads you into crazy labyrinth, where young
doctor in collarless sweater, looking for

all the world a Captain Kirk from decades
ago, rolls his wheeled deck chair to and fro
his zapper freezes four spots on your scalp
to protect from solar radiation, he says

solar radiation! who knew trudging
in the increasing dirty dark toward winter
midst twisted stone and ivied brick corridors
of old city that sun would be a threat?