Sunday, February 6, 2011

I used to...

I used to run like the wind, I can still feel the spiky grass between my toes, the rush to the tape

I used to go like a train, dance like a demon

I have shopped till I dropped, I've mopped, plopped and slopped

The books, the laughs, the winces, the wit, the love, the lust, the politics, the dreams

They happen in my head and heart not my legs. They still do.

Escape still looks god for tomorrow.

1 comment:

  1. That is really, really beautiful! And you are so right. Thinking of you!