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A Broken Walker<\/strong><\/p>\n It hasn’t always been My therapeutic therapies It’s not that I can be rearranged.<\/p>\n I practice what can not be measured.<\/p>\n It’s reassuring not to be ignored.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Frank C. Praeger<\/strong> is a retired biologist who lives in the Keweenaw which is a peninsula that juts out from the northwest corner of the Upper Peninsula of Michigan into Lake Superior.\u00a0 His poetry has appeared in various journals in both UK and USA.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A Broken Walker It hasn’t always been or even maybe, the starless crowding mercuric montage of age – teased out debris. Pummeled, spoken for, a kind of courage confused with garbage, excoriated, cursed as cure while being maintained. Not to be sought out, not tinkered with, a latter day pitch and pray, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8367","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8367","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8367"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8367\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8369,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8367\/revisions\/8369"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8367"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8367"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8367"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nor even maybe,
\nthe starless
\ncrowding
\nmercuric montage of age –
\nteased out debris.
\nPummeled,
\nspoken for,
\na kind of courage confused with garbage,
\nexcoriated,
\ncursed as cure
\nwhile being maintained.
\nNot to be sought out,
\nnot tinkered with,
\na latter day pitch and pray,
\ncharades and no winners.
\nMy walker broken.<\/p>\n
\ncontinue.<\/p>\n