this morning #73.

this morning, the pavement was slick & steaming as he slowly circled the block wondering whether this would be the trip where he tripped & slipped a disc or shattered a hip. though he’d never crossed paths with an accident of this extreme nature, a handful of his 70-something acquaintances had. it was just a matter of time before he lost focus & found the sidewalk taking out its frustrations on his brittle backside. terrified was no way to live though. cancer tried its best but couldn’t kill him. he’d been shot at so many times that he’d lost count. now flawed footing frightened him frequently.