He began with toothless gibberish
Trying to scale vast room’s heights
From crawling position, his fingers
Barely gripping smoothness of wall.
He tried to express a wall in sounds
Soft guttural sounds as from crying.

Between him and wall was a blank
Filled with a wooden desk of poetry
Where gibberish awakes experience,
Poem desk standing with a leg less.

Now Alzheimer uncle has four legs
On table of mahogony with streak
Of evening light across its surface.
His sounds explore spaces of wall
A blank wall with rich experiences.


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