Dark, still, quiet
Thick, humid air pooling in light under the street lamps
My heart was sluggish
My legs stiff and sore
My effort hard but my tempo slow
flailing myself because of the bad numbers
But my grandfather spent the night in a heart hospital
His heart tired from 90 years' hard work
legs not working, arteries hardened, pooling the blood
And I opened the door for our librarian this morning
She on her electric cart, legs taken by polio
I had a good run.
Very, very good.