Reality

In the park across the street
the soccer team plays.
Kids in orange and green t-shirts shout and cheer.
“Come on Dynamos, get your water and let’s go!”

Each day I observe
the frenzy of competition.
Moms and Dads watching,
their chairs lining the edges,

hardly noticing the ambulance coming by
and turning toward my building.|
Is it for Angie or Alice,
Howard or John?

Each day I maneuver around
The traffic jam of walkers.
Eighty and ninety year olds
pacing the building

each hallway,
each floor,
every day.

Some lonely,
some alone,
some glassy eyed.

I stare down reality.

 

 

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