Wind the turbine up.

Make a statement, leadoff walk; a famine.

With bent knees, pour in more gas, take a few more steps.

Write a sequel.

Knock a few more spiderwebs out of your way. Right through it,

into it, into excitement.

Right from the courtroom.

Right from the gallery;

an artists rendering, at the very least.

Step into it. Choke up. Choke more.

at the very least

Choke // Not a Haiku, by now.