He is not rolling along in his wheelchair looking out the window of his small house by the entry ramp. His parents in 1969 did not opt for the experimental surgery, first of its kind....risky the doctors said...and unsure to work...
The man of the boy above is not feeling his hands along the metal wheels as they spiral toward a view of the grass freshly watered.
The sun is not along the glass into his small living room as he lets out small noise as he thinks of taking steps, a limp, scars like small railroad tracks,the lines and worn old thoughts thin as window glass.
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