Sclerosis

The old man
no longer turns
his stiffened neck
Instead his whole body
swivels now on his heel
as he places his things
on the turning ramp
at the check out

Earlier he’d
cut into the line
mumbling something
about having only a little
When his bank card failed
he said he’d just pay cash
carefully counting out
the paper`clipped
one dollar bills

Later as I
was pulling out
of a parking space
I saw the flash of blue
from the corner of my eye
just as a battered Blazer
swept by The man’s
foot now as heavy
as his neck

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to Sclerosis

  1. a character we all know – and some have become

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  2. Lifes pendulm has swung ;) Great choice of scene, Peter.

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