The Cane

Sunday, February 5, 2017

11:43 AM

His cane was not a proper cane

just a stick—well a branch to be

exact, should exactness be

required in such matters.

I learned his name was "Z"

because he was always last

to be chosen or to hear the news.

Last and lost, he repeated, smiling.

What are those notches?

Days when something good happens.

And the bad days?

Man, nothing big enough for that.

Could I try out your memory cane?

No one ever interested before

Feels good, nice heft

I think I'll make me one.

Now that's a good thing

Worth two notches I'd say

Good luck in finding yours

Mr. Z, you are first in my book!