Treasure Island

David McLansky

(5/24/1944 / New York City)

A Riff on Heather P. Wilson's So Little


Kay


A spoken word of kindness
Smoothes her wrinkled brow
She in partial blindness
With lightness steps somehow;

She hobbles down the hallway
To let her neighbors in
Eying carefully the floor way
Old teeth in rotted grin

On the coffee table
She's laid out chocolate treats
Her arms and legs disabled
Dark purple her bare feet

The kindness of her neighbors
Relieves her imprisoned grief
Once more she lively savors,
Once more her life is sweet.

Submitted: Thursday, February 21, 2013
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  • * Sunprincess * (5/31/2014 8:41:00 AM)

    ............enjoyed this write....and i hope heather is doing well....loved reading her work.... (Report) Reply

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