Broken Foot Sonnet 8-31-18

I am wondering if will ever

Rejoin the standing tribe of the upright

Who are pedestrians that incur

People unmediated by cars’ blight

Will I ever, stride, saunter, or just walk

The byways where people simply exist

Freed from status markers of Detroit’s chalk

I am a New Yorker & must resist

As I lurch on with my crutch-prosthesis

Collecting the side-eyed stares from others

I curse & lament this new genesis

Realizing that oddity me smothers

This temporary handicapped voyage

Reminds me that many live in steerage

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