Watch the wind fluttering over the pool
I do my walks
the water flows between my toes
the sun touches my shoulders
I meet a woman in her 80's from Leeds
with her walker
she kicks and walks like me
her left leg not working
just like me
we walk past one another
and talk
It is noon time
the pool is quiet
She greets me every time
I will return
my body relaxed in
the ripple of the water
I go up the steps
the pavement hot
I take my cane
move forward
Life is about moving forward
Is it not?
Monday, 25 July 2011
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