Traverse

Hocus pocus
Minstrel flame.
You play this game
with sharp reserve and iron nerve.

Whence came the players
Though once naysayers,
Have found the challenge
Too tough to manage.

So bring it on
Ye woebegone.

The kestral swoops
And alleyoops
Round the silver bend
Where wheat field lies.

All whens and whys
Won’t change the outcome.
Don’t ask how come,
Just turn the page.

Carve a path
With all ye hath traversed
from yonder lands
and seeds disbursed.


9/21/20