09-07-2024, 03:52 AM
Hello Micah-
You don't need to spell out that the N is in a wheelchair, as it becaomes apparent.
A personal note: I very much miss walking like I used to, and now rely upon a roller, aka walker. I appreciate that you approach the subject without pity.
I have rearranged you poem, without altering many of the words, while leaving some out:
Ode to the Rolling
The sidewalk
under my wheels goes
cu-clunk
cu-clunk.
These are my footsteps now-
the sound of the cracks
in concrete, the heartbeat
of me moving.
Accustomed to the bus
driver strapping me in;
every curb cut;
each door held.
This city and its planners
made descisions for me-
cu-clunk
cu-clunk.
You don't need to spell out that the N is in a wheelchair, as it becaomes apparent.
A personal note: I very much miss walking like I used to, and now rely upon a roller, aka walker. I appreciate that you approach the subject without pity.
I have rearranged you poem, without altering many of the words, while leaving some out:
Ode to the Rolling
The sidewalk
under my wheels goes
cu-clunk
cu-clunk.
These are my footsteps now-
the sound of the cracks
in concrete, the heartbeat
of me moving.
Accustomed to the bus
driver strapping me in;
every curb cut;
each door held.
This city and its planners
made descisions for me-
cu-clunk
cu-clunk.