Monday, July 13, 2015

Rounding the Bases

Rain and thunder outside of a small room
a brief tour of San Francisco comes to mind
you didn't know me then
though,
I was just as bad at making decisions.

I'm better now...
still not perfect.

My book pile is swelling again, 
driven by flight of fancy or the insistence of new friends
though-
mostly-
just good titles
and flashy covers.

A trip to Tennessee with
someone new
rainy roads
familiar corners

and still:

My hands ache 
and bleed-
one new hobby 
a tentpole in my chest;
punches driven by
a heart full of 












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