CareerMysteries

So We Decided to Walk

by Therese Haberman

So we decided to walk

Running hasn’t been an option

Since the nineties or so

Not for me.

Not with a broken heart

Sputtering like an old

Sewing machine stuck

On baste.

Grey flannel  fabric strut

No color, no spunk

Just a utilitarian stroll

Down the middle of my life.

We walked and talked

Of daffodils still stalled

Green sprouts dead headed

In the shades

 of spring

in my step

The yellow would hurt my eyes,

Scatter my thoughts and

Trip me up.

Tongue tied, we walked on

And I fell

In step.

Trackback URI | Comments RSS