the danger is to be trapped within yourself

to become that which has brought you here

you, the rest of you, the best of you

gets shoved aside

ignored in the presence of that screaming nag

that hag, harbinger of mortality


hang on to the rest of you

hang on hard

and drive the hag back to hell from whence she came


on my phone there is a bright picture of a sunny baseball day

spent with my son

hot dogs and beer

i can hear the crack of the bat in my memory

the hag does not play ball

7/18/18. LV
Copyright Michael Douglas Scott