top of page

Think Tin Man - Feb. 19, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Feb 19, 2025
  • 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

 
 
 

Recent Posts

See All
To Sleep, Perchance to Dream - March 5, 2026

Sunday’s church sign reads: Clean conscience, softer pillow   I get it – vacuum out all the dirt inside and your head will be lighter and won’t press on the pillow as hard   even an excellent idea if

 
 
 
My Shrinking Life - March 3, 2026

the dogs and I walk square streets - four rights and we’re back home   a trip to the grocery store is like a business trip, the doctor’s office, a reluctant outing eating out, an oh boy! adventure  

 
 
 
Right on Time - March 2, 2026

on a day I was walking slightly derailed, Barry and his dog Shadow stopped   stopped to talk and lick, laugh and lick some more and without knowing it set me back on track   sometimes a cup of coffee

 
 
 

Comments


  • facebook

©2020 by Poetry Rock. Proudly created with Wix.com

bottom of page