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Grey Sparrow Journal

Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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Dad’s White Sneakers

 

 

Impossibly clean, thick rubber edged soles

carry his uneven shuffle step slide toward me.

With blue hazed cataracts and drooping lids,

he explains everything about what’s next.

 

Twice. We meet at the edge of okay,

the abyss of our lives intersecting as his

world fills with things I cannot fix: a bent

left shoulder and bulging bunion, like candy

 

compared to watching ten silent years of a wife’s

dementia. She drifts beyond a tangle of stars

to a remote galaxy of the body, her crucible. I

swallow teenaged chores despite rumbled protests,

 

run errands, rake leaves, and avoid those glaring shoes.

 

—E. F. Schraeder