It has been a very long time since I posted a Sunday Poem. That is because it has been a long time since I wrote a poem. But here is one that popped out the other day.
The way they run, struggling against invisible wind,
These flagellates billow out each afternoon,
This is their duty to themselves, their dream
This, however, saves you from the one that my mom found today, that I wrote for her for Mother’s Day in the third or fourth grade.