An Alternative To Peace
Most days it's so peaceful when Kimmy leaves home,
And the dust settles briefly, felled leaves never roam
On the floor where they mold now (till she's home again)
If not crunched in my passing, for some there's a win.
Tornadic! Her presence can flavor the air
With bright colors that linger though she is not there,
Like red sky in the morning, an omen that warns
That this life does have seasons and roses have thorns!
Pedestrian's terror, her 'Bus' won't slow down
For a crosswalk or stoplight. Oh, laughter's her crown
When she feels tire's vibration and starts journey's song!
One must stick to the 'highway' if you'd tag along!
It's not that she's selfish, her vision's restrained
Like a horse wearing blinders, and purchase not gained
By suggesting diversions from what's straight ahead
As the world passes by her, on sides, overhead!
But she's my life's curry, samosa, hot sauce,
Yes, each day is proactive when she thinks she's boss.
I surrender for pleasure, not generous whim,
Though at times it's a workout, like life in a gym!
So, pardon my absence if I miss your call,
For I'm living on credit if I'm home at all
And to stay in the saddle is tricky at best!
But I love my investment, no way I'd divest.
Brian Johnston
21 of March 2019
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