Frostwriting

Home for the Aged

by Janice D. Soderling

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Sharp as a trumpet blast,
the April sun
jump-starts the wintry men
to bleary, twitchy motion.
Awkwardly they follow
their sallow, long-nailed fingers
out into the open air,
walk meticulously around the block
as if rehearsing a newly-written play,
memory opening like a crocus.

 



Published in Green’s Magazine, (Canada) XXIII, No. 3 1995

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