As we sat
in stuffy waiting,
you came by,
lady with the cane.
Regal in your latter years.
And I had a flash dream, unreasoning.
You in white apron and slippers,
sounding your steps on creaky pine.
Your support- a bannister with loose pickets.
And you did not rely on it, did you?
Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
AreMyFeetOffTheGround 
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