Ave Cane   

When they found her amputated
foot we remembered
who you
                                                   might have been

across the street
she stutter-stepped.                              

                                                   He raised our hand as if to wave

salute away. It went on his way
as if to call on someone else

                                                   then stopped

turned. I turned
too late to see them turn
fail to fall

                                                   crutch got in the way.

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