My Own Poem

I posted this on Facebook in October 2018:

Whose bike this is I do not know
He left it hither even though
He fled on foot down the path
Hoping it would remain safe just so. 

This bike had been abandoned near the park district's walking path along the Phinney Branch. I came across it on one of my "morning walks." The poem is modeled after Robert Frost's Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening. I probably spent the rest of my walk composing my little poem in my head.

Because of You

Soup for Supper

I shoulda gone to the grocery store yesterday.

I shoulda gone to the grocery store this morning.

But I didn't.