—IF YOU GET BROKEN, WHAT YOUR HEART CAN DO IS SING

 

parkinson’s

 

my shaking hands head and shoulders were supposed to take care of you as we grew gray together but now the clock has gone crooked imbalanced or out of time each day as unsteady as the wind that’s trying to knock me down as I lean in against it trembling like the leaves above that seem to call your name or else simply call me home