Sunday, January 31, 2010

Dusk (poem)

Dusk
By Nordette N. Adams

My father's walker clatters
on cold tile in my house.
No one can fix the broken wheel.

Scraping noise and clacks
rattle me to winces.
Mortality pokes my heels.

© 2010 Nordette N. Adams
Posted by Vérité Parlant is Nordette Adams at 2:27 PM
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