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.
a poem in my pocket 