a romp through the snow
blustery cold walking i
woke up early this
morning and melted down
in the shower holding
my hands to the ceiling
checking every corner for
signs of spring ended up
trudging the white whirlwind
down annandale road
i wish i had energy
to be who i used to
smoking cigarettes
i never ran out of steam
making music dawn or dusk
running fast jumping hurdles
marching on washington
what seemed like every other weekend
writing prose that seeped through
my fingertips
like sunlight through a sieve
i wish i could go back sometimes
and meet myself again,
remember that i once was someone
i would like to know.
woke up early this
morning and melted down
in the shower holding
my hands to the ceiling
checking every corner for
signs of spring ended up
trudging the white whirlwind
down annandale road
i wish i had energy
to be who i used to
smoking cigarettes
i never ran out of steam
making music dawn or dusk
running fast jumping hurdles
marching on washington
what seemed like every other weekend
writing prose that seeped through
my fingertips
like sunlight through a sieve
i wish i could go back sometimes
and meet myself again,
remember that i once was someone
i would like to know.