CLOSE BEHIND

I can feel her
close behind
and catching up

There’s a bounce to her step
I can hear it
Fwoop, fwoop, fwoop

Matching my stride
She’s gaining on me
I turn to confront her –

and she’s gone! Turn again to
resume my journey and
fwoop, fwoop, fwoop

How foolish am I
It’s only this:
my ass is following me

© 2016 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

There’s no fool like an old fool (except a fool who is young at heart, but aging). Put on some weight over the winter; now, with every step, I’m twerking while I’m working.

For Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, the first poem, from the prompt “Fool,” for April PAD! Taking up the challenge to compose a poem each day this month. I hope I start getting inspiration from somewhere else besides my BUTT tomorrow…but I am not making any guarantees.

Peace, Amy