Not Yet
An old friend
shines down on my shoulders
soothing
pecking light on my cheek
warm kisses
riddling through
fresh freckles
he whispers,
(you miss me))))))))))))
No I don’t, I
do
not
I brush a cold bony hand
shaking, wake
full across my own face.
My ‘round Town (chemo) Toddle
My ‘round town toddle
sl-sliding feet, uneven unsteadying
Darting Eyes widen stung
sl-slide step, then, sl-slide step, moment now
I go, to go, to go
a simple pace
isn’t possible
This
- -is
slower, but almost too much, whi-
A-trip
trip; but, manage.
breathe,
steady
steady
go, more but
not too fast, two feet, to go
to go too sl-slow, I go
such, and so,
the scarred tarmac, and
just, adjust. Just
a dip down, so down
down from the pale too narrow walkway
too…
scary.
Then
Bitty oldies pass me
(well shoot) sassy rockets,
(blink, watch) stubborn lips pressed
(breathe more) determined sneakers
(swallow, choke) Wispy White
curls of hair, jogging
With the Wind; Like the Wi-Wind!
(left to) happily, joyously
surpass
(this), my oh my
new top speed
so, so sweaty
They are already there, far up the hill
now breathe, just
I go, to go, to go
sl-slow.
Insightful journey of life. Thank you.