I missed my regular Poetry Tuesday post. The world was just way too interesting this week apparently. Still, I wanted to post this for you today. It’s a poem from the way back machine I keep under my bed. This poem might be as old as my son, Chet. Maybe it’s hitting puberty too now because it keeps announcing itself to me in the strangest times. It’s a brief bit of something. Hope you dig it. Happy Thursday!
a beating heart
of its own