you should sit for a bit: my septuagenarian spouse genially suggests –
a proposal he has taken to advancing, when he notices my wonky back
begin to bend, in the midst of errands ... and I embrace the offer
with the glee of an energetic child allowed to run fast and free
~ ~ ~
as is, ofttimes, the way of the genetics lottery, the arthritis that
tarnished my mother's golden years – has swooped down upon me,
as the final act commences ... like a lead bearing albatross, that grows
considerably heavier – and more annoying – with each passing season
the wooden benches and leatherette couches that dot the mall, have
become welcome oases, where I, periodically, hunker down, while
my obliging mate zips from drugstore to grocery – with nary a twinge –
looping by me, at intervals, with a nod and a cheery smile
but for the occasional mother and child, or tween or teen
basking in the glow of fresh-from-the-rack purchases,
the seats are mostly filled by fellow ancients ... usually, alone ...
the ones, with mall-go-fers, like me, wait with pleasant expectancy
the ones, who wait for no one, look about, indifferently ... in unlit stares ...
often there are remarks about the weather ... sometimes,
I am asked if I'm having a good day ... since I began using a cane,
knees and backs have become a hot topic of discussion and opinion
~ ~ ~
my personal shopper circles round the oasis and waves at our little
band of wayfarers as he beetles off to the bookstore ... I wave back ...
as does the, somewhat, older woman beside me ... I'm all alone, now,
she whispers, in breathy sadness ... I hate it, she adds, matter-of-factly
On a personal note, I am truly honored to have one of my poems 'passersby' included in Issue 27 of StepAway Magazine - an Award Winning online English literary journal. The Magazine showcases flâneur poetry and flash fiction about walking in an urban environment, from cities all around the world.
photo (photo edited): oasis bench - W. Bourke
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