Elizebeth Turnquist

Ole rocking chair

I wanna be a rocking chair

Creaking away on a front porch

Don’t wanna be a bicycle

Chasing the next destination

My life is more like ice skates

On hot pavement, not a frozen rink

So, I’d give up shiny or fast

If I could just get some comfort

Like a thrifted sweater

Or an overused metaphor.

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