it never really gets cold here...
in Leo's apartment, that is
the woman who lives down stairs is in her 90's...
she always has the heat cranked up
-- we have to open the doors and windows sometimes
to let the brisk coastal breezes air out the sweltering room:
What is it like down there?
Leo asked me if would Walk Lighter...
i guess i stomp around a lot
a friend once said
"you white folk are always banging your feet in the earth"
he, being half red-indian
let himself feel haughty about his soft-footedness
Leo told me he'd noticed there'd been someone staying with the old lady every day for a few weeks
he figured there must be something wrong
and when he went down to ask one day
the daughter answered the door
"is she ok?" he said
seeing her looking like a pale rasp of herself in the chair in the corner of the room, breathing heavily
the daugher smiled
" oh, yes: she's fine..."
when Leo was home for Lunch
an ambulance came and took her away...
Leo was quite concerned
he went out to talk with the Paramedics
"is she alright?"
"you know, she doesn't want to be in a care-home... so when she get's sick we have to take her into the hospital.. she'll be alright"
but i wonder...
is it going to be cold up here now?
ever face death