Excuse To My Heart
Missed Connections from Ann Arbor
A poem created in the shower
Forgotten before I grabbed a towel
One composed at 2am
Typed out but lost
When I hit send
Something which I cannot see
Blocks words you weren’t
Supposed to read
Fate requesting me to wait
Though standing still.
Her Two Cents
How many stories, scripts, poems, novels, and ideas for world domination and financial abundance have you developed in your mind while showering, driving, working in the garden… imagine what might happen if you managed to write down notes on even a few of these thoughts and then took the time to develop one? You wouldn’t be standing still any longer.