46.
There is much money
to be made in a
silent but painful
aging process.
One minute, you’re there, next
minute, you keep scratching
days into the mind of a
wall that was
once your thinking
mind.
.
Steer quick silver into
the fall winds, makes
those bones sore and lips
whistle
like freezing wind through the dry husks
of corn long since past,
swaying rigidly
over the bottom belly
earth of cob-carcasses,
whips in the blue-numb
air.
Smiles frozen,
tongues
stuck out
over chapped
lips.
So we sheer up and suck in
the gut of the day with
daylight savings time.
Back one creeping hour
like God tapping
on my shoulder.
A Sunday bath and minutes
from now a shave then drive
off to a three hour CNA home-care shift,
a Catholic client and
his wife, almost total
paralysis of his left side
from a stroke.
(October 28th, 2014)
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