Day 438

After he lost his leg
he stopped wanting to live.
Hard to imagine staying alive
when you’re ten
and you know you’ll never run
again.  After he lost his leg
he lost his appetite, lost
his dreams, lost his sleep.
The sky closed around him,
daylight smothered him. How 
do you grieve a leg?  How
do you learn
from one day to forever
to say shoe
and not shoes, foot and not feet?