The Wheelchair Wonder

by BOB GALLO   May 12, 2021

The man on wheelchair died.
His legs were amputated before his life.
He always had coffee cup in his hand.

It is so painful to see these streets without him,
to see the voids of a consciousness
that witnessed these very streets
in its unique way, everyday.

Where did that consciousness go?
to what that force of life dissolved?
Are those moments of observation
gone forever?

Those moments of bewildering in unknown known,
touching the bitter taste of coffee
though never as bitter of his nonexistence
in my mouth.


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