today a poem


thanksgiving

self medicating and running away
the sunflower wilts and cries
"what a waste" is all that is heard from the voices in the village
on the highway in a daze
bowie sings of changes
its cold now time for a winter coat and a toque
looking back never helps in moving on
the transfer to practice is the challenge
time to tidy to pack to sleep to write to think but not too much
time to throw away the crutch and walk