'Long time, no see,'
cackled a walking stick.
'Fell off my armchair,
relishing a newspaper;
chair and me in bed
for a year,'
waffled a loose
blue blouse over a yellow jeans,
smiling, smelling of
news and newspapers.
In a limp,
brushing a mop of white,
she paused at a newstand
for newspapers,
to pack and preserve
old cares, fresh desires.
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