I am racing with thoughts and words ...
explanations and verbs ...
when my ranting stops ...
I slow to heal.
Reflection: Will I ever stop talking?
The words roll
Like brush strokes …
Fast ->->-> then slow.
The words dip
Like sliding down~~~~\
Into a bank of snow.
The words boil
Like ice
On hot pavement
or on steam baked tin foil
The words heal
Long after I stop talking,
To recoil…
©2012 jan leree