My old friend across
the Bay has heard I take walks.
Have you tried a cane?
she asks. We look at
the same clouds, same water. We
watch the same geese fly
over. Like Herbert’s
flower we glide through life. Let’s
not talk about canes.
My old friend across
the Bay has heard I take walks.
Have you tried a cane?
she asks. We look at
the same clouds, same water. We
watch the same geese fly
over. Like Herbert’s
flower we glide through life. Let’s
not talk about canes.