Heavy going
and he’s
in a hurry
as you can see:
powerful shoulders
pumping,
upper body
straining forward –
but the entrance
(tough luck)
is always
on the opposite side.
October 16, 2017
Wheelchair access
By hjs
This entry was posted on Monday, October 16th, 2017 at 9:51 pm and tagged with New York and posted in All poems, Life_the Universe_and .... You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.
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