Untended pathways
leave little room for escape.
A trapped tiger hunts.
Untended pathways
leave little room for escape.
A trapped tiger hunts.
The sun long awake
is patient to light my path.
Green leaves bare its trace.
Energetic air
infuses wafts of pure joy.
Squirrels play full of nuts.
One brain, one body
Traveling through many hearts.
Spring restores the chase.
Here is a try at coming back from a near literary death.
The paddles are charging and aimed at my heart.
God I hope it works.
Rough, dry hands barely
release cramped fists to touch life.
Sleeping dogs still dream.
Peace…