One gray day, looking through window pane
and seeing on the road that icy glare,
I wonder what to do. Go walking or remain?
Frozen, my body remembers exactly where
I slipped last year on the driveway's black ice.
Body remembers, brain remembers. Do I dare?
"Be strong, be strong!" I chant to myself.
"Remember those poles and those grippers,
collecting dust downstairs on that shelf."
So fully equipped, each step precise
gripping and poling, I go walking on ice.
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Hands Off the Third Half of My Brain!
PoetryA "pod" of ten poems composed for the 2012 Atty Awards. The title of this "pod" is an allusion to a quotation by a contemporary computer guru who shall not be named lest I offend his lawyers. It should also be noted that the O.W. Toad who is named i...
