27/365

blurry eyes
maybe the run kept
the headache away,
held it at bay.

sore ankle
maybe the kids
reading their poems
was just the fuel that was needed
proof of passions seeded.

i wanted to peel
that grapefruit
dust it with salt
and let the juice
do its thing,

but I’ll be lucky
to crawl into bed
to get enough rest
to do again tomorrow.