He stood before the easel
brush pausing
shifting his weight
one leg to the other
swaying on his crutches
shaking his head
something was not right
he struggled over to the model
adjusted her arm across her leg
then back to the easel
picked up his brush and started again
since he was a child
crutches and heavy braces
he said “I’ve measured every staircase
in every house that I lived”
Jonas Salk had come too late
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