Lifetime At The Races Poem by Kale Beaudry

Lifetime At The Races



there's a racetrack
sailing amongst the mental collection
of seniority
I'm whacked, we're on the moon
fly to the stars, fly to the stars
or continue on down this
truck on a highway

vision partially obscured with not just fingers
constantly waving but not diffusing
burst out, excuses are valid
yes the phone's off, click up and out

a never-ending racetrack in
this mental collection, because people
are always starting
and people are always learning
that's just the way things are.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Hebert Logerie Sr. 16 April 2009

I returned the favor! Keep on writing, keep on expressing yourself! Writing is the cheapest way to bring happiness to the heart. H.L.

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Kale Beaudry

Kale Beaudry

Vancouver, BC, Canada
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