Plucky

Heart a shambles,
Twigs and brambles.
Open eyes
Synthesized.

Morning sickness,
Sharpened slickness.
Blades awake,
A tummy ache.

Shake and bake
In crusty manner.
Hold high the banner,
Then put me up.

A winner’s cup
To go the distance.
Overcome resistance
Of cares laid bare,

And ankles broken.
We have unspoken
Into cameras
Sans slur or stammer,

Yet changed the angle
And thus untangled,
But still account
Towards paramount

Perception.

​A smile
In your direction
When they catch you looking
While they’re still cooking

Up a plan.
They spot a fan
And you feel lucky.
Even somewhat plucky


11/21/20​