Shadow Boxing
I saw a man shadow boxing in the shade of a broad oak tree.
His face curled with concentration as his hands machine-gun jabbed
I wish I could stand in front of him
to catch an imaginary punch along my clenched jaw
and unlock the tension it has carried for too long.
And you are knocking out poem after poem. I have thoroughly enjoyed your work this month. Thank you.
Thank you so much, Doug Self! I am glad you enjoy my work. : )