Ice Cream and Patti Smith

I used to run marathons and hike

12 miles up into the mountains;

now I just want a bowl of ice cream;

life has very little to offer

anymore.

I bought what I thought

was a Patti Smith CD today,

it was used and priced at only $4.99,

it was only when I got home

that I realized it was Patty Smyth,

some 1980’s pop star,

not the poet;

I threw it into the trash;

Patti Smith (the poet),

has always fascinated me,

I think she’s one of the

most beautiful women

on the planet,

strong yet vulnerable,

a pioneer of the unknown,

putting it all on the line,

one of a handful,

brave enough

to venture into the shit,

so decent people like us

don’t have to;

an amazing individual;

later I got in my truck

and drove to the store;

time for that bowl

of ice cream.

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