RUN!

what makes a poet so?

a flipped switch somewhere

along those stages of

a poet's makeup.

along such a line of such.

more towards emotional 

rhetoric shadows untold.

that's about all this old dog knows.

up to you to put on a righteous show.

just let it all hangout and go.

winter bluster keeps us hustling.
waiting on that spring faw
warming these old bones.
and a time of green, and
lawnmowers humming.
with heat comes mosquitoes.
and once again, yearning 
for those cold winter winds.
and around and around we go.