Exercise

I’m nowhere near where I wanted to be

I get closer each time I try

I shrug my shoulders, flex my neck

pulse pathways taking blood to my brain

not limerick ready

not quick silver smart

not able to rhyme on a dime

but necklaces of iambs dactyls trochaics

long sentences

shorter

even pardons

or two

I can take all from my mine

copyright (C) Dick Russell

               2019