a poem in my pocket

A documentary poem linked to dVerse poetics…

Eighty-six years young,

energetic octogenarian

on outing with daughter

and husband, who can

vouch as eye-witnesses,

was seen walking around

the stockyards, up and

down stairs holding rails,

shared smoked turkey legs,

even stayed for evening

rodeo past usual bedtime.

 

 

Months later, following

corona-virus outbreak,

an old man walks out of

his assisted living home,

slips off curb behind his

parked car, recovers, sells

said vehicle, exchanges

for walker to roam halls

takes two naps daily,

even loses weight from

not eating well alone,

zoom marks 87th year.