Headlong

Why the long face, they would
ask him

jeering,

easily seven feet tall from the time
he was a teen.

No one else could fathom him
and those that dogged him

one day learned when, with a simple
thought, he erased them.

Lifting no finger, barely moving
an eyebrow,

an artist clearing a canvas.

JD DeHart is a writer and teacher. He has two poetry projects available at Origami Poetry. Read other articles by JD.