The Lady With A Green Cane

By Fran Gardner

Just be, you say
Be where?
Be here
Be now
Be nothing.
There—have you inhaled
The fragrance of being?
Be watching

The lady with the green cane
Walk walk
Stumble stumble

That’s walking for you
Walk walk
Stumble stumble

That’s writing for you
Walk walk
Stumble stumble

That’s life
A slow walk
A slower walk
A stop walk
Walk walk
Stumble stumble

Stop.

How many gardens
How many leaves
How much living
Before life becomes being
Just being
Just seeing?

The lady with the green cane.
No big words—
Just a stumble
Somewhere
As she walks.

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