Sometimes I wish - July 1, 2020

I wouldn’t keep insisting life pose

while I sketch one more portrait

with my words

that I could someday

throw away my pen

and tag along

not stop and fiddle with her posture

or hair for another picture for posterity

but like chopping and splitting

a modest pile of wood who wants to

be the one to report they’ve run out

logs to throw on the fire

on the bitterest of winter nights