Monday
wrist in sling
from having
fallen on saturday
three hours
with doctors
& walking
my house guest
companionable
young man
son of a dear friend
taking photos
on the freeway bridge
(he hates heights
forgot that)
he has salted
my weedy paths
loves our trees
and versions
of acacia
(african but
had never seen
peppercorn trees)
work done
the scraping
and cupboard door
sounds
of someone else
cooking
swelling
going down
pain lessening
nothing to do
but be happy
I trust it's not the wrist of your writing hand!
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