By William Palmer
For a DaTscan
to confirm
I have Parkinson’s,
I am injected
with a radioactive tracer.
A few days later
my neurologist shows me
an image from my brain
that contains
what looks like
a radiant horseshoe.
The tip, or heel calk, on the left side
is gone.
The diagnosis is accurate.
But most
of my horseshoe
is still there.
Each day I will try to throw a ringer.
William Palmer’s poetry has appeared recently in Braided Way, JAMA, J Journal, One Art, On the Seawall, Poetry East, and The Westchester Review. He lives in Traverse City, Michigan.