Take a Beat, Babe.

May 2026

I took my heart for a walk today.

Lately, when we wake I feel her beating with an ache.

Outside the wind is 16 miles an hour southwest.

The lilacs are withered

white lilac scent carried by a breeze

in a direction, at least one of us has.

My heart asked us:

How long is this going to last?

I told her

I don’t know?

We just have to keep moving.