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Hobbling
I hobbled to the river
Which was worth each step of pain.
My bench and sunshine beckoned
So my walk was not in vain.
The early hour guaranteed
No crowds would block my views;
The sparkle of the water
Would be something sad to lose.
There’s not a single thing right now,
While sitting, that I lack
But a better knee would help
When I begin my hobble back.
Copyright ©
Ilene Bauer
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