by Glen Martin Fitch

Sure-footed, nimble,
stable, sturdy, swift,
so I present myself
and so I've fared.
I do so much.
Endurance is a gift.
Does anybody know
I'm running scared?
You swept me off my feet
the other night.
We hugged and kissed
and f-ked and talked till dawn.
Doors opened bravely
(God, it felt so right)
I dared to cross.
I tripped.
I found you gone.
I just kept right on going anyhow.
(Perhaps that night together
never was)
You're free.
Perhaps you'll call
and I'll be glad.
I've no regrets.
It doesn't hurt right now.
I know it will.
Not yet.
But when it does,
Real soon,
it's gonna hurt
and hurt real bad.


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Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."

Last updated August 23, 2011