Saturday Poem

The Old Dancer

He one-last-efforts his good foot
over the other
to affect a natural pose,
and to keep it from spragging along the floor
as I wheel his chair.
The old dancer,
whose left side is now the recalcitrant partner,
sips a breath
and nods forward.
“Grace is everything.”

by Ron Yazinski
from Muscle and Blood, Issue 2
Spring 2011