The C.D.

By Matthew Wilke

I usually put on a CD

When I sit down to write

The music makes the words flow

All throughout the night

But when my favorite song comes on

And movement comes to my feet

I find it near impossible

To stay down in my seat

Soon, I’m up and about

Dancing through the halls

Ignoring just about everyone

No matter how loud they call

Then comes the grand climax

And the music reaches a new height

And soon my feet are flying

Like a grand eagle in flight

Soon the song is over

No longer is there a beat

I could go back to what I was doing

But I think I’ll just hit “repeat”