July 2022
Wayne Hebb
whebb2014@gmail.com
whebb2014@gmail.com
Bio Note: . I am a retired RCMP (Royal Canadian Mounted Police) officer who enjoys writing in all forms. I live with my wife of 45 years in the city of St. John's, a beautiful city plagued by RDF(rain drizzle and fog) but when the sun shines it radiates.
The Street Is Different
The old woman hobbles Down the street Her hip operation Six months ago Was a success but now It is strained and sore From the constant walking. She stops and looks around The street looks different The early spring wind slips Down the neck of her light coat She shivers, her bare hands, red. She stops again, looking around The street is different It is time to go home But where is home? A small car pulls up She scowls at the old man Sitting behind the wheel Motioning her to get in. She resists but gets in Maybe because of the cold Maybe because of her hip Then the car turns around Driving back the way she came Pulling into a tidy house A short distance from Where she had been walking. It is her house she tells The old man but it is different Not the same. The old man nods and She hobbles up the ramp And in through the front door.
©2022 Wayne Hebb
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