I put anger in my pocket way down deep…
where as I lion, I hope, it will wane and sleep.
Atop of my head and nuzzled down tight with a knit cap. annoyance is no longer a friend.
I try to hide it behind the saltines and the mean drive by’s in the mind…
Into the woods, a daily walk.
Yet, a clandestine obscurity invades what I have not.
I have not the restfulness that wills itself to my soul.
Everywhere, everywhere, barren holes.
I will get to the end of my reach…one of these minutes.
Indignation will put the well-traveled deep…until weathered with forgiveness.