Rapport
A poem by Dash MacIntyre about growing old.
The old man got in the cab slowly outside the hospital
helped by a nurse into the passenger seat
in which he strategically fell and lifted his legs up inside
while the nurse nestled his oxygen tank by his feet
and tucked in the catheter bag carefully
and then the ride got going
and he struck up light conversation with the driver
to get a bit familiar and build up some rapport
before the ride was up and he’d have to ask
the driver to help carry into his home
his bag of urine.
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