Thursday, February 24, 2011

Shoved aside by the wind’s huge hand
I tumbled toward the roadside ditch
landed on my shoulder
and rolled like an action-movie hero
though I didn’t spring to my feet
and hose a villain with an Uzi.
Instead I lay on my back
and hoped that the passersby
would think I was studying cloud formations
and not some old fool who’d fallen
while he was running
when he should have been at home in his underwear
sitting on the couch
reading the Geezer News.

1 comment:

  1. The secret is safe with Blogspot! I'm surprised there aren't even more poetry blogs than there are...this one is almost William Staffordian...