32 months later

 I’m reading ‘Rebel Souls, Walt Whitman and America’s First Bohemians’.  

So after 32 months I feel like writing and Zepbound, a medication, put me in a dark mood.  It’s quite a cocktail Whitman and Zepbound:

Why did you bring me here

What were we supposed to do

Smile for photos 

We did, I see that now

So little that

I remember 

Now on a precipice

I look back to see

What can hold me

We went to Jersey

Starched shirt pressed pants

Ginger ale

Feet never reached the floor

I’d smile

I thought

What can hold me

The mood has passed.