Lately his words met defeat
in every walk, each pose
couldn’t he suppose
rather than manifest this heat.
Each thought, penned in mind
seems logical to speak
yet oh my do I bespeak,
cannot find an angle – press rewind.
And the path forward fade
oh it will come back
to cut to the slack
the road is always manmade.
The concrete of love
abstract as a hidden cove.
© Scott F Savage 10/2021