Log Cabin Chronicles
WHO IS THIS COMING DOWN THE HALL
ROBERT SEARLES
Who is this coming down the hall right hand on the rolling iv pole the gait reminds me of Han Shan laughing poet fat old Buddhist, tattered shirt hand on staff but you are skinny skinny and not quite as bald
It's your walk, hand on the pole like his on the staff, feet a bit duck footed, flat footed. a walk in the moment, around the personnel, family members extra chairs, medicine and computer carts and charts on wheels a path is a path and you follow it. the incarnation -- coming to me coming down the hall coming along.
Robert Searles runs and writes in Hyde Park, Vermont.
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