balked

at the

lanky
droopy

long-haired
fingers flitting and tapping about on a guitar

opened his mouth
closed his eyes

and there galloped forth

a song of god

gawk

precipice, precipice
on this we lie
risking one piece

the most important
you and I
this, the now, the moment

never will
the stakes be so high
or low- shrill

indignant, arrogant, honest
fear, love, pain-why?
all we know is that this is the best

that we can do

and so we go

adieu.

the path was well trodden
winding and wounding
through the hills and yonder

not easily made
with its share of problems and pain
scars and scabs

in the end one would see
the vineyard
and two

walking, talking
sitting, lounging
doing and accomplishing

absolutely nothing,
except what they wanted,
nothing.

and well earned
this boring was.