Not Yet; My 'round Town (chemo) Toddle by KC Hill


Not Yet

An old friend

shines down on my shoulders

soothing

pecking light on my cheek

warm kisses

riddling through

fresh freckles

he whispers,

(you miss me))))))))))))

No I don’t, I

do

not

I brush a cold bony hand

shaking, wake

full across my own face.


My ‘round Town (chemo) Toddle


My ‘round town toddle

sl-sliding feet, uneven unsteadying

Darting Eyes widen stung

sl-slide step, then, sl-slide step, moment now

I go, to go, to go

a simple pace

isn’t possible

This

- -is

slower, but almost too much, whi-

A-trip

trip; but, manage.

breathe,

steady

steady

go, more but

not too fast, two feet, to go

to go too sl-slow, I go

such, and so,

the scarred tarmac, and

just, adjust. Just

a dip down, so down

down from the pale too narrow walkway

too…

scary.

Then

Bitty oldies pass me

(well shoot) sassy rockets,

(blink, watch) stubborn lips pressed

(breathe more) determined sneakers

(swallow, choke) Wispy White

curls of hair, jogging

With the Wind; Like the Wi-Wind!

(left to) happily, joyously

surpass

(this), my oh my

new top speed

so, so sweaty

They are already there, far up the hill

now breathe, just

I go, to go, to go

sl-slow.