One Leg

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

Expectations

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.