Five Steps
Over the head of each metatarsal
you can see
where each has been pounded,
some more abused than others.
Over the years
new prominences and depressions
form and reform.
Surreal faces appear
within the lines of the skin,
features that now seem
to look inward
as if the hammer had become that
which it had once so heavily hit.
In the tenderness of your elder years,
if you touch one of those metatarsal heads
with a sensitive fingertip
you can trace back the life-step,
where you had been faced with
just 5 choices
or less.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2025
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