He walked and ran.

THE FALL BY ELIZABETH HILL 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 91

Never strong enough, never straight

enough do old men walk. Aching veins

lace their legs. Arthritis strives

to shut them down. The strength,

the balance they took for granted is gone.

Cut, bruised, they are a sunset of

red and purple and yellow—

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