Breathing
A guy like me could get used to this:
wild blueberries in my oatmeal,
living room futon naps with the cats.
I finally don’t need much more than this —
no smoke, no drink, off work, daily walks.
I’m your healthy heart attack hippie
baking chick pea burgers with walnuts,
getting high on green tea and good books.
I’ll admit I’m bored a bit. Goodbye.
We say nothing for hours, breathing.
Brent Goodman (blog) is the author of three poetry collections, most recently The Brother Swimming Beneath Me (2009 Black Lawrence Press). His poems have appeared in Poetry, The Beloit Poetry Journal, Zone 3, Gulf Coast, Court Green, and elsewhere.
Categories: Health
Love this. Tempting, almost. smile
wonderful
love the way you presented this. very colourful.