2016. január 21., csütörtök

Joyce Sutphen: The Come Back

He was eighty-seven, and one day he
made a wrong step on an icy sidewalk

and he fell, breaking his hip. It was just
past dawn, and he’d gone out to put some wood

in the furnace that heated the house. Down
on his hands and knees, he crawled across

the yard but couldn’t climb the steps or yell
loud enough to wake the sleepers sleeping

in their warm rooms, so he pounded against
the side of the house, and they found him there.

After that, it was just a matter of repair,
repair. The ice melted; the days grew warm

and green. He learned to walk again, to lift
each foot as in a dance—each step a gift.

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