I dedicate myself to theft
stealing from conversation
serving it up without sauce

I’ll get more curious, retentive,
more listeny, more learny
more thought-full

I can’t think all the thoughts there are
but I can put them
into pixels

poem and pic by rachel mcalpine cc by 2.0

Walking up the hill


You walked up the hill
as usual unusual. 

The heavy leg
like a ship with a screw in tow
wouldn’t go.  

The stiff upper hip
from thigh more high 

One more step,
leg too long, hang on.
Try. Try. Try.

pic and poem by rachel mcalpine cc-by-2.0