• Gary Hunter

Something’s happened to Old Joe - Oct. 22, 2022

always polite and welcoming

as tree shade on a hot day

but today he approaches

shakes my hand and says

“God Bless you and God bless me” with a turned-up face

on a bent-spoon torso draped over his walker

eyes as dazzling

as the morning sun

on this Chesapeake Bay

with a smile floating

like a boat on that water

I wonder what turn he took

On his road to 90

Obviously one I missed

or maybe it’s still ahead

after the pavement ends

when the path narrows and

life closes in and stumbling

is easier when walking alone

because something tells me

it’s in the rising not the falling

when one gets those kind of eyes

that kind of smile


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