There’s no room for cheap regrets.
A little kid seeing how far she can draw
With a piece of colorful chalk
Down the city sidewalk
In the setting sun.
Things happen and we happen
With the winds to guide us or our own
Currents.
I have been biting back the bile.
Faking the smiles.
Lying nicely.
Make things Easy.
Keep things Quiet.
Like I was a tiptoeing Rogue.
But that’s not me.
Time for a Yell.
Space for a Grrrrr.
Now let the Panting begin.
