back in the stirrups again

Monday, his feet will be in the stirrups again.
Much as his wife used to endure such invasion
when she was an object of interest to medical plumbers
hereafter known as ob-gyn practitioners
and had to turn years of modesty conditioning
( “Keep your knees together, Honey!”)
upside-down and let her private parts be
objects of intense scrutiny and speculation
now he was about to continue his adventure
in which the only practical course was to
what the heck let it all hang out

There was a time all “male” issues
in the sedate lives of hospitals
were handled by orderlies;
nurses stayed away. Not so lately:
his catheter a few years before
was installed by a very professional
post-pubescent blonde
who gave his virility an
unwanted unexpected
test in verticality
that wasn’t supposed to happen
in the chaste sixth decade of his life
— at least that’s what he had thought . . . .
So as it turns out, about the stirrups thing:
wifey is having the last laugh, it would seem
at least she sure thinks it’s funny that
he’s getting to test his spurs
as he had urged her to, so many years ago.

He hasn’t told his earnestly
solicitous buddies
that one, yet.
They can keep their
cowboy jokes
to themselves.

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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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2 Responses to back in the stirrups again

  1. drew says:

    i love how the narrators of your past few have been so unique; human ,, like you assuming those roles. good reads

  2. riverwriter says:

    I think that is my playwright side emerging. When I write a script, I have to be able to put myself into the minds of the characters, and I often find that process quite complex: reengaging the character from day to day is very demanding. I write poetry partly because of the simplicity of the problem: it gives me a chance to enter the process completely, but it is not so huge (unless, of course, I am taking on a huge poem, as I have.) As always, thanks for your interest and enthusiam, Drew.

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