an old man

an old man
uses all strength from the even older
wooden park bench
to boost him up,
and i become drunk
with anticipation
just watching his slow,
deliberate shuffles
inching him forward--
he walks as a 100 year-old man might
walk, with his cane in a blizzard
with the wind blowing so strongly against him
it nearly knocks him over,
and by the time he takes his next step
the dent left in the earth below 
in his previous step 
has already long forgotten
he ever tread there.


2000 linda lee tritton

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