She awakened in
the Spring of her 49 th
year. Her brain tripped
to a space she’d never seen
to say she was past
living eggshell topic.
Breathe deep, meditate, pat dogs.
Run, run, Susan, run!
The romantic hopes of yesteryear
Fogs the mind, bites the ear. Kicks your rear.
***With a nod to John Denver, my favorite male recording artist.
Susan Awakening 