A Little Vague

It’s always a small move

From the endulgance

To the well past due

A movement

Of hesitation

Of crime

And wasted frustration

All these items held constant

I still remember those history books

We read

Just to laugh about

What came before us

And why we last

Blunder Grass

Upon the grass

Mistakes remain


By the whisky grass grains

With wirey


Wisp over the ground

My own falt

I see lurking around

The corners and through

The fields

But no more power

Will I let it yield

For today starts a new force

Within me

Hope given to me

To push on