I haven’t grown.
So maybe it’s confidence.
But I haven't felt that.
In a long while.
I walk to check the mail.
My shadow smiles.
Posture isn't perfect.
But it's on point at the moment.
The sun seems aureate.
and this may be fleeting, too.
with terrific tension.
Having recent studied mountains.
gently.
an eagle sees my conscience.
like an exit sign.
Confidence is a killer.
And today just may.
be deadly.