A Poem by Alice Shapiro (guest Blogger)

Calming

A fast walk,
mad lungs spitting air.
Then rest, leaning
on an oak facade
of a vacant shop.
Sunday for some
is church, then
washday. Others,
stay-in-bed,
read-the-paper day.
Where are the sane?
I walk it off, then
Van Gogh ignites
my basement gallery.
Asperity melts into
a single brushstroke.

-- Alice Shapiro
from Cracked: Timeless Topics of Nature,
Courage and Endurance

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A Poem by Alice Shapiro (guest Blogger)