Monday, December 4, 2006

just thought you should know

every morning i see her
short little lady
a mess of cropped white hair
clutching her walker
furiously pacing down chestnut street
up and back

this morning is so cold
the metal zipper on my boots
feel like icicles on my calves
when i get inside
my nose gets drippy
and my cheeks feel raw and scraped

yet there she is
hunched into the wind
racing towards...
a longer life?
a healthier heart?
maybe her own death perhaps, pneumonia?


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