the knee bone’s connected to the thigh bone
but neither’s connected to the eye bone.
what once the sinews did remember
without resort to math
is now in doubt, in life’s December
we walk a crooked path
trusting not our gyroscopes
that used to keep us balanced
trying to keep our highest hopes,
but vertically challenged
at the stairs on weakened knees
we grip the wooden railing
we used to take them by the threes
but confidence is failing
crocs and socks and velcro shoes
are all the rage these days
be careful of the path you choose
and watch your wending ways!
Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.