Around the corner seven-eleven
java nestling on the lap, crosswords
unfolded above the knees, his lovable
cane crisscrossing the thighs,
his needed-washing blanket
mummifying him in a repose.
Yesterday he had a great fall
whence rising to the john–an abrasion
on his forehead, bloody big toe &
a contusive ado on his hand.
“I’m alright, I’m alright’–yea, yea.
His will and I got him dusted off.
Kaiser, ER ward vied for nite monitoring-
but my baby would not have it-onward home.
Here we are after a rise & shine needing
more shut-eye & I wait to reheat his java.
“He’s alright”, He’s alright” for the nonce.