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Invisible Poetry - I have always had strength
- To go where I wanted, fast or
- Slow. I miss vigorous pacing
- That was done youthful,
- Ably, zipping about arms
- And obedient legs following.
- .
- I miss the active pull from
- A giantine stack of to do
- Chores and the occasional
- Walk on the sanded beach
- Hunting for shells and stones.
- .
- I miss running joyful,
- Lungs laughing at sidewalk
- Squares moving backward.
- As I leaped ahead, flowers
- Watched, leaves about
- To fall, waited.
- .
- Rain washed or after dark
- Both sounded klaxons to
- Move faster. I felt new
- Cooling wind in blinked
- Eyes as if the hard absence
- Of pain was a clue,
- A wonder fully to not
- Be lost.
- .
- Now, couch to chair, a
- Mapped wavered course.
- A weak walk outside an
- Adventure, unlike fleet
- Motioning easily rerun.
- Unlike a small picture of
- Unedited happiness.
- .
- Lady A
- .
