Alley Oop

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 kestrel swoops
And alley oops
Round silver bend
Where wheat field lies.

All whens and whys
Won’t change the past.
Don’t bother ask,
Just turn the page.

Carve a path
With all ye hath traversed
From yonder lands
And seeds disbursed.


9/21/20