City Street

Sit on my concrete steps

And you will see

(What is not listed on the right)

Focused in the lens of God
A motorized wheelchair
Driven on the sidewalk
(Where else could she go?)
By a woman twisted by a palsy

Her dog walks patiently beside her
A blond lab/spaniel mix
Who doesn’t mind the
Leisurely pace;
On his back
Like a packsaddle is
Her shopping bag

This drama passes most days possible
Except for snowy days when
Her wheels cannot get through.

Her eyes are focused ahead
Once, though, she stopped me
As I was about to pass

Would you mind
Scooping my dog’s poop?
Nobody will stop.

I dug out the plastic bag
From behind her chairback
And for once I felt
Included in the focus.

And look out over the flagstone path
Between two patches of grass
Between the maple and locust trees
At the sidewalk
At the brick median
At the parking meter
At the concrete hydo pole
At the asphalt pavement
At the sidewalk
At the parking lot
At the fence
At the lawn
At the lane
At the church
At the sky

— In that order

And populate it
With all the usual
Carrying purchases
Riding bikes
Driving cars
Driving vans
Driving trucks

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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