More fun than Mayonnaise... or at least equally fun... OK, it's less fun, but you're still reading...
A warm (almost) spring morning.
My view of downtown, crystal clear.
Pure blue sky, an innocent heart.
Trapped in my moving jail,
I drive by a jogger.
She’s free:
no worries, thoughts, schemes,
broken hearts, unresolved questions.
No panic. No anxiety.
There’s just running.
One foot after another.
Peace.
Here I write
on what you wrote:
"Shows a side
to you of note.
There's more to us than
meets the I,
And more that's kept
from those who've tried
To think they know all
that's inside."