getting the mail
the mailbox is one hundred feet uphill
we know the mail has been delivered today
there is a buzzer that tells us
It went off two hours ago
Neither one of us wants to make the walk
it is seventy-two degrees in Kansas City today
a pretty, perfect lightly-breezy day
I reluctantly push myself off of my chair
taking one step at a time, using my walker
my dogs are huge hundred pound pony dogs
they will give chase
using me as a maypole
if they knock me down and I break a hip
it is all over
I am as good as a horse with a broken leg
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