creative ramblings & reverie

Monday, September 25, 2017

Grace

The elder with the walker who
has talked to us about the turtle eggs
visits the swan, late afternoon:
his favorite friend, his self-appointed charge. 

One, all careless grace,
the other clumsy and conspicuously careful,
come to grace

the slow, excruciating way around.

—Christie

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