Grateful Sonnet
It never used to matter how to ease
I never used to wonder how to ease
My joints those winter days I'd walked too far,
Or not at all, or not enough to please
My doctor, or only to the nearest bar.
That's 40 feet. I'm broke. That's for the best.
And, better still, I'm stiff I ached because the bay
And river, one due east and one due west,
Are both about an hour's walk away.
I chose the river so the sun would warm
My back and spare my eyes as I returned.
Of course the clouds rolled in but did no harm
That garlic soup cannot relieve, I've learned.
So thank you, Carlos, for the recipe—
True comfort food, a sovereign remedy.
Revised: 02/08/2004
Anybody have a better title?
8:12:58 PM
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