Dogs 2013

SENIOR DAY
(2/5/13)


she looks
back
at me
and shakes
her head

"hurry up
you old
fart"

she's right

I limp
along
like an old
man

no

I am
an old
man
limping along

one dash
across
a busy boulevard
a few weeks
ago
has dashed me
to this lowly
condition

something
in the hip

the upper leg

hurts
like Hell
every time
that I walk
faster than
a shuffle

I wonder
if this
will be
my ailment
from now
on

"my leg's
acting up

must mean
rain"

surely
I'll heal
as I always
have

even if
more slowly
than before

I do know
that one day
all too soon
that a pain
will arrive
and never
depart

at least
not
until I
do

a little
physical distress
to match
the mental limp
that has
been there
from the
beginning