S-L-T

The Writer Can’t Write Right Now

Palm tree travels and train trips

Zigzag roads and elevation

2 to 3 weeks of existence

Fitting on my back & in my right hand

Back pocket poetry

Or something like that

In it for the long run

Or so I say something like that

Fleeting paths crossed constantly

My eyes find the floor far too often

I could write a Missed Connection post almost every day

When will I learn to take a chance

Because failure can be pretty sometimes

Or something like that