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POEM: old couple in the therapist’s elevator

I found this one in my notebook. I wrote it back in November after witnessing this scene.

old couple in the therapist’s elevator

she says “dirty rotten elevator”
he doesn’t even sigh anymore
just presses 2
puts his head down
kneads the brim of his gray-
checked fedora with one
arthritic hand

Published in Albany My poems Poetry

2 Comments

  1. Thanks for sharing. i loved this, such astute observation of a tiny moment, it says so much about their relationship.
    martine

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