Complicated knee joint,
playing more to the left
and right than I would like.
A quiet movement sound now
a long way off; just vibrations
of aluminum cans going
through clockwork. As if
thigh and calf
were threaded with one
thin ligament affixed
to each bony end.
Of course now
having to be somewhere else;
the hospital, the supermarket,
with only "having walked
it a different way once,"
via your advice, abler and,
though being argumentative
and hesitant I, made it there.
To gravel-scraped up jar lids
on the sidewalk and
perfectly intact plain doughnuts
that looked paler, like they too might
smart against dropping pressure.