The InditeCircle

 

Yosemite 

 

And when I feel crippled in my mind

        I remember that young man on the turn out
                                                         by the asphalt--
                                                         down
                                                         the granite canyon
        boulders strewn in the gnashing river—where he sat, cradled
                                                         in his chromed wheel chair,
                                                         stubby haired, thumb extending
                                                         his face a calm question

 

                                                         to the window glass stares
                                                                                     of touring cars.

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