Canes and walkers and wheelchairs, oh my!
Slow steps, helping hands,
folks holding doors. Cars
stopping at the curb near the entrance. Ramps
that are raised and lowered. Slowly.
Carefully. Bent heads, looking down,
making sure, being cautious
because we are one fall
away from dependence
away from life in recovery,
condemned
to doctors and physical therapy,
to worlds with no stairs,
to sensible shoes,
elastic stockings,
and the old folks' shuffle.
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