bones bones, old bones, stiff old bones

greg brown has a great song about growing old, called “bones bones.” the chorus goes, “bones, bones, old bones, stiff old bones.”  today i got a cortisone injection in my foot, which has begun to fall prey to arthritis, which of course interferes with my daily habit of walking trails with my puggle and looking for nature to photograph. so tonight, as the swelling from the injection hurts me with every step i take, i am thinking, long term, about walks in vineyards this fall with healthy feeling feet, but short term, i’m mostly just thinking about my bones, bones, old bones, stiff old bones.

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