#5 of 365 – “kung fu”

“kung fu”


we rise on Saturday

usually achy

from Friday night


a grueling,

invitation only


for upper-sashes.

five hundred kicks,

five hundred punches,

discipline, technique

and power,

the true push

through pain and stamina

being reserved for the second


it is a sweaty, stinking,

drippy mess,


not pretty,

but it keeps me

running with my children

and forgetting

that I’m fifty.

About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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