I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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23 May 2013

A Visit to the Podiatrist

‘I know your face,’ she says.
I recall those times in her waiting room,
waiting.

And helping him afterwards
manoeuvre the wheely-walker
down the steep steps.

‘You used to treat my husband,’
I tell her. Pause.
‘My late husband.’

‘Ah,’ she says. ‘When did he…?
I lost my father
just a few months ago.’

She means to indicate
she knows what it’s like.
I doubt that.

As for fixing my crooked toe —
too complicated, too expensive;
I’ve left it much too late.


Poetic Asides Wednesday prompt #220: a late poem


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