I struggle as…
a flacid left leg, balancing my torso over an immobile walker.
in precise patterns
on the tie
my grandfather wore
in a home for seniors.
* this poem has been inspired by the amazing story behind a locally made salad dressing named, Hope Blooms. Check it out: http://hopeblooms.ca
Photograph taken by Rita of a spiderweb in her backyard (using a 35mm film Olympus camera).