Trying to Run Again

I’m tethered to a dime-store moon 

drifting over the horizon. 

I’ve sprained my ankle too many times 

to trust the promise of a zero drop 

to keep me from falling.

[LSS, 4/19/21]

Stage Fright

I run outside 

the rehearsal space

and all the practiced 

gestures perfectly glazed 

in their frames.

[LSS, 4/19/21]

Edit

The work 

shrinks 

when I 

crop details 

that never 

did pertain.

[LSS, 4/19/21]