Hanging head low.
Such as a bully bull and a retiring bovine would.
Oh, if I could only be…
As lax, as relax can be.
…
Faults in the pavement…could they be any less obtuse?
Subtracting and murky with no roots to withstand the decay.
…
Unfortunately, I am not four-legged and constantly at ease with my indifference.
I lack luster amid the earth that surrounds.
In a calf’s eyes from what can be deduced…
Ambivalence, the grandest prize.
If only to witness the reflection of clouds in puddles passing by.
