Writing at the Gym

Composed 1/2/18
Description: Be careful when you’re out there working hard on your New Year’s resolutions.

Poetry
At four point five miles an hour
Is a dangerous game
But one that must be played
A goal that must be attained
Or the words will slip away
Faster
Than my feet at this droning pace

Little Bird

Composed 6/8/16
Description: n/a

Hello, little bird
I can see the sadness in your eyes
How I yearn to pick you up and hold you
In my hands and
Keep you away from the fox that thinks
He’s a friend
But I can only keep an eye
Peeked over at your nest
Whisper from afar
And rush with open palms
When you fall