He looked about fifteen,
leaving slovenly against the
wall of the local post office;
Eyes showing the animation
...
My eldest son Mark,
unfairly stricken with Parkinson's,
has had to concede his working
days are over.
...
It birthed several summers ago
as the undergrowth grew into a
carpet of flammable fuel, waiting
impatiently to explode.
...
'Grab a hammer, ' the red-necked dairy farmer said.
'What for I asked, it's just six in the morning? '
'You'll see, ' red-neck said. 'They calved last night.'
'They? ' I asked.
...
Excruciating...
The body tenses,
the heart momentarily stops.
And when your eyes refocus
...
Handcuffed, manacled and blindfolded
he stood before a firing squad,
awaiting the prescribed military execution.
A colour sergeant, inappropriately named asked:
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I have nothing more to say.
It would be repetitious and
boring if I did.
...
When I'm tired I hobble.
Symptomatic of the stroke.
To remind me a few weeks
ago, I couldn't walk at all.
...
It's been several weeks since I limped
through the front door, joyous at the thought
of being at home.
Beside beloved Alison, who'd sat at my bed-
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