Shawn L. Bird

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poem- limping March 5, 2015

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The physiotherapist

rolls, stretches, and manipulates

my ankle joint.

Push here.

Pull there.

Between parallel bars

re-learn to walk:

roll from the heel,

flex that joint.

Let go.

If you rely on the supports

and are too tender with the joint

you’ll continue to limp.

Your body will think it must,

even when the joint is healed.

How many other ways

am I limping in my life?

How many other ways

should I re-learn to walk?


For Jody and Anita



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