the old man was reading
Alistair Urquhart’s hard cover Forgotten Highlander
but did he sit in front of me
in the mall lounge for same reason
as my own sense of lost-nesswith that loss of love
that i will never know
only for a short time
he read and soon he is tiredshutting his book
but he opens it again
with his mouth always open
wearing two different shoeswhite on one leg
but brown on the other
reminding me of my brown spouse
walking with her white loverand if they were to sit on a couch
but not in front of me, confirming
all is not well revealed, but one
not laced to accommodate the swelling
revealing all is not well and his walker
beside confirms the un-even ground
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