From The Joy of Lex:
Life With A Service Dog
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| STICK WORK
I lean my mouth-held typing stick forward,
and miss its cradle. When it falls floorward,
to retrieve it, I urge it with my left
foot over to my right. Once there, to heft
it, I leftheel the rubber tip. This squeeze
move then lifts the sixteen-inch shaft. I ease
my right shoe neath the raised bite-plate which drops
to my shoe crown. Next, a pincer-move props
the stick straight up. If lucky, I’ll snag
the biteplate between my fingers. I drag
it up my leg, wrestle it to my mouth;
when successful, my day doesn’t go south.
But now I say, “Lex, Get, Hold, Lap, Give.” With Lexie,
dropped sticks no longer mean bouts of apoplexy.
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Life With A Service Dog
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