The first pain I know
Was as I ran fast with
Extreme excitement
Into a sliding door
Exuberant Infantile
Joy to Feed Turtle
Immediately tons
Of aid, attention.
A truth of mine
I slammed into
A few doors
Since, with
The heft and
Momentum
Of a Prime
Man in his
Prime age
Toward a
Prime joy
Physical
Not yet
Mental
SLAM
Much as
The trajectory
Of my foxhound
For her food as
I unleash her:
Torpedo Science
Could I’m sure
Learn something
From her speed
And flow to the
Full food bowl.
Navigating
My amplified
Excited eating
Excited feeding
Seems simple as
Making sure to
Slide the door
In suave fast
Dancing
Manner
Simple
Yet expansive in all
Now
