Think Tin Man - Feb. 19, 2025

Gary Hunter
Feb 19
1 min read

haven’t forgotten how I

sprawled on the carpet

in front of the TV

slid into any base

and dove to the ground

to catch passes

rising with catlike quickness

back to my feet

now after floor stretches

I must use my hands

to steady my springless legs

and grab appendages

of furniture

to rise

how I wish I could

stifle a laugh at myself

getting off the floor

think Tin Man

minus a few years of oil

with loose bolts

hanging from rusted hinges

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