Every year I bank on you checking this blog
because of your bruised ego.
Are you making time to ice skate?
I sure hope it still makes you happy
to twirl.
Are you hiding in your Harrison Ford world?
Looking at this "poem"
while ducking Dale and Pat.
Are you making choices in a bookstore?
Carmichael's should carry a couple copies
that carry your name.
Are you also feeling this invisible pull?
The holidays bring with it
a weird mix of sadness, nostalgia and hope.
Are you lonely in Louisville?
Every year I pray you call,
so just...call.