At twelve, thirteen
I lost the reins
to my happy goat.
Waking I see
I’m the one legged child
unable to keep up.
BFM
Betwixt two maypoles
light contorts, yet
I’m to walk up right
without support.
B.F.M
Earlier in the day I posted and image from my notebook, the before. This is the after.
Click here to see the before.