Where God Lives

God lives inside my walker

that ungraceful, ugly metal stand

whose wheels squeak,

in shrill and whinging complaint,

and the back legs catch

on every bump and crack and

rough-edged corner of carpet

strategically placed, just so.

 

I stumble every time,

and hold the handles tighter.

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