richa13 Mar 2004

I think what this poeme needs is some arbitrary line breaks. If I may:-


She talks quietly with
the elderly couple,
seeming healthy except

for her rubberized hands:
Small bendable fingers,
look alikes,

no fancy prosthetics,
stainless hooks, or
muscle triggers.

It took both of her hands
to manouevre, the fork
just to pick

a single beet slice.
I paid my bill
and walked outside

to a father
teaching his son
how to skip stones
across the pond.