slips softly down th hall
smells of nothing
knocks on the old ladys door
w/an arm full of flowers
twisted behind his back
tendering a shaker of
charming affordable manhattans

he bows & spins hr around &
around thru th thrills of 3 & out
th old games of near love
th laughter
spins    dizzy
& they fall at thr feet

bad knees
he lifts carefully to not disturb hr
takes th superfluous folded money
limos home
burns hs gloves in the microwave
faxes th cops & th waiting ambulance
& th great grand child

wearily sinks into
th lotus position
checks hs appointment
& cheerlessly
mouses out a

jim lang

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