To the Editor:

It found me one day.

Its path never ending.

Every instant moving, moving.

It is sly, quiet and dangerous.

It will grab on tightly

looking, looking for a home.

Parading sneakily for the space.

Never, never stopping, needs a landing.

Secured a warm zone of comfort

quietly flowed into a new home.

Nourish me now, now.

It is growing, getting stronger

I am your master now

I control your space now

I am evil, cruel and hidden

I am now out of sight

I need more space now

I am stronger, moving powerfully

I am comfortable in your cells.

Many new places are waiting.

Many new cells are exploding.

I now own your spaces

I now own your body

Lost your way? I control!

Women, stop this invader. Get a mamogram.

Po Donlon

Bokeelia