
Alpine hillsides, I remind/
myself to slow down.
OR
Descending Alpine/
paths again, I remember/
I, still, must observe.
I realized I/
am not in the shape I want/
to be in to do.
Why did I wave at/
the farmer on the tractor?/
Because he feeds me.
A car swerved and cut/
me off just as Queen sang, loud,:/
“Let him go!” I did.
You didn’t affirm./
I’d invited myself, which/
smacks of poor manners.
When I ask you to/
ride the roller coaster, just/
tell me what you want.
She has a dream that’s/
been crushed. Maybe that wasn’t/
the dream she needed.
OR
We all have dreams which/
get crushed. Maybe they are not/
the dreams we’re needing.