Finding
by breathing
I try to find the place where
my sadness all resides
by starting at my heel -
the left one
as if this finding
will be the answer
this always seems
to me to be
the end of one thing
and the beginning of some other
I end up in a car park
admiring a Vincent black shadow
calling myself names
under my mind’s breath
Great poem and so is the magnificent bike
ReplyDeleteyou're unravelling something elusive and beautiful here
ReplyDeleteTwice a day I find it, I lose it.
DeleteAnother great poem:-).x
ReplyDeleteDear Kerri, All power of the Vincent to you!
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