Saturday, September 7, 2024

poem

 The Hard Part

Do the hard part first

Eat all the crust 

And save the middle for last


Waste your best lines

On dullard audiences 

Who aren’t even listening 


Show up late for the ship

That would take you

To the places you were promised 


Break your back

Pushing the heavy stone 

Halfway up the hill


Forget your name

Abandon the solace of home

Return to the wilderness


Then settle down 

With the love of your life

And savor the last bite


9/7/24

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