Me growing up.

Bits and bots,

Words in knots.

I'm trying to remember

A time when I could

Sing stupid sonnets,

And shake my leg like a bull

And fall, smiling. Erratic.

Wild, grinning.

Red lashed headband

Of my youth.

Even now I find that I can't

Do what I used to.

I look at words and

Look for meaning—

Even meanings behind meanings.

Like highways intersecting highways.

Perhaps it is just

Me growing up.

But I tried when I said

Bits and bots,

Words in knots.

DION A.