I Can'T Catch You
On a Wednesday
Or even a better day.
I can't catch you.
The fast paced racer
Needs the best story.
Rich parables and attention.
The quick mess
That is never soothing.
My anxious ride is ending,
I've changed for better or worse.
But the lines and lances and tales--keep spinning.
There's still winning for all.
On a Thursday
Or even the worst day.
You want catching.
The brisk tapped tapper
Needs the loud presence.
Poor escapes and retention.
The shamed nothing
That is never silencing.
My belligerent ways are ending,
I've changed for myself and others.
But the periods and eras and echoes-keep screaming.
Pain is having a ball.
Copyright © Autumn Ehrhardt | Year Posted 2010
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