Each morning
you are offered
another chance to
get it true
your days are administered
but nothing fixed
only a fundamental
entry on the obits
you notice how subtle
you hang there
balancing your self
lately on the *****
observing the fresh
young smokers
that ignore speed limits
on their world-shattering
road and you smile
at the young birdie
near your feet
peering up at you
from the puddle
that fails to notice
any of this