To be fast
but not quick
is to,
if lucky,
limp, limp, limp.
If unlucky,
to lie broken on gravel,
the hare stares at the sun,
his last vision,
still there,
fast frozen framed:
high beam horror,
very close
and one tire tread
coming up behind,
quick,
like a bunny.
About Ken Greenman
Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free!
Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
Poems by Ken 