Sustained Thought

is as tough as

the fourth grade bully who wanted to

beat me up; I only had glasses and scaredy-cat sense

to bring to a fight, she was ferocious;

I ran; so although I find it

easy enough to spin

a two-liner, maybe a page;

can hum a few bars,

skip a quatrain or two

if you ask me to write a long poem

that spins on and on,

a landscape of a sonnet:

such a marathon is beyond me;

master of anecdote, you could say a

turner of phrase

not up for a ten-rounder, only

a sprinter panting at the next block

bully scorching my ass.

About Karen To and Fro

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