Limping

Here is a heel-scrape
of composite on tarmac -
it announces my approach -
punctuated by my stick's click

of loosenings - of turned threads
on its retractable -
snappable -
black shaft -

And - by the way -
how can I hold you
with my love now limped
by other indiscretions?

It is hard . . .

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