Good morning

walking too fast,
hat low over my eyes,
I hate when my periphery is disturbed.

I am serious,
but also not,
but feel torn at all my rough edges.

Wanting to be lighter—to be goofier than I am.

I’ve been in exploration lately,
haven’t found out much.

Let me loop you in when I do.

4/19/2021

PoetryRiley Welch