I love the smell of stacks
To sit on a rolly stool
To get a paper cut
To hold a story
in my hands
|Our Lady of Guadalupe Jewelry|
Run For Your Life
You finished hundreds of triathlons.
The days ahead look dark.
You don’t have enough:
money, strength, business, chances,
lawyers, equity, outs, luck, and do- overs.
Writing on the shower wall,
in the steam, sums of numbers might
fix the problems.
In the moonlight you lose that thread
on the last button and think of quitting.
Mind hurting and body tripping-
Do not give up.
I will be a better friend and lover.
With the patience of a Buddha smile,
Wisdom of words to make it
It’s a dandelion wish fuzzy and full of
wind to make it fly.
I will get up and try again.
I miss your breath next to me,
I long to hear you snore.
I will be more.
I love you my dear heart.
Here is the winning lotto ticket, keep it dry.
Say it out loud with me,
plan for confident recovery for bountiful success,
is half the race.
“I will overcome.”
Forget the crows, the State Board, the negativity,
and broken glass along the trail.
You made it up the God Damn hill before.
This process tears at every muscle you own:
You will overcome.
I will be a better friend.
I am here listening to your heart.
When I send befuddled messages know –
I miss you.
To hear your breathing hard after the long climb to the finish line.
I believe in you.
You are my Superman.
|Heart Snowman at Harvard Business School|
|Carson and Nori at Harvard Business School|