Walking Song

Everything must rhyme
today,
 for everything has a beat.
 
Much too much walking
astray,
and too much time on feet.

Laden

Laden is an inert verb when laid upon your back, the eaves trough, a pine branch. Always it implies snow, at least at this latitude. I imagine you bent with the weight of my ardor as though two buckets of water hung from a pole across your back. Even the word is heavy and hard [...]