Quick Dash

I canter, I glide,

run away with the tide.

 

I frolic, I flee,

scramble up an oak tree.

 

I weave, I skate,

along the frozen lake.

 

I stumble, I fall,

become a great ball.

 

I roll, I turn,

will I ever learn?

 

I collide, I crash,

what a euphoric dash!

 

I stand, I face,

life at my own pace.

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Nightshade

Dark

falls at my feet.

A great river

just

for me, pulling

on my life

with spoons and sugars.

I swim

every day, against

the current,

accidentally swallowing

the water down

as I fight

to stay afloat.