Old Man’s Toes

Nibbling nail blight

Old man's toes



Powerless stream


Five times a night.


All these beautiful women,

Pheromones on the wind,

Have become my daughters.


Waiting for the word of the master

Expectant eyes do not see

Embarrassed fathering


Running up the hill

Puff puff puff

Still making it.


November 1999