8.6.25

I woke up too early this morning… 3:15am.

I decided read some Walt Whitman to see if America’s “father of free verse” could lull me back to sleep.

It didn’t work.

I read through “I Sing the Body Electric” and thought about the way he described the form of the man and the woman.

And then my mind drifted to your form -

What you look like.

How would I describe your form in a feebly poetic manner?

Could words even convey?

I don’t know

but

I’d go down in a blaze of glory trying.