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 In the summer/the family comes to the water

The sound of wood splitting in the morning air draws her.

Her husband muscles flex under his worn t-shirt/ making her heart flutter in remembered ecstasy.

The window pane/transparent only moments ago

Is now cloudy/it had beckoned to Katya /so enticingly.

Mustering all her reserves of strength/ she had navigated the stairs before finally settling in her motorized wheel chair.

Now the chair is stuck/the wheels refusing to budge

She could do no more

Arms flailing/ she attacks the portion of glass directly in front of her face

If only Tom would turn around

He is bent /intent on clearing away

The debris of the huge tree/ that had fallen onto their property over the winter.

Katya bemoans her condition

And resigns herself to fate

For wait she must and be patient.

By Joszann St.John

English: Wheel chair. Dedicated to the memory ...

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