I'm here

Between two islands
The century old bridges
Suspending skyward

Having been gone long
Lore seemed disappointed
Seeing a clean fridge.

Groveling on floors
Checking electrical plugs
No caffeine in sight.

A happy birthday
Nice wooden earring sanded
By crazy psychos.

I used the walker
Quite the hit at the gardens
My small arms now sore.

Prospect park picnics
Corn salad and smoked salmon
Mango ice and fruit.

I get frustrated
My anger explodes, burning
Sometimes scaring me.