Fortunate Falls - Poem by mike ruthenbeck
i laugh, for now having made me a plan
not one thing has since gone accordingly
the ship from which i am now under ban
without me is said to run sportingly.
the captain commiserates lordingly,
'Alas! but I suppose we will make due,
although your hands worked most importantly,
another deckhand shall see this trip through! '
I sit in the shade, unsure what to do
forward progress unknowingly leading
my steps in circles discovered anew
just as a gardener in springtime reseeding.
I laugh, for often I am knocked on my *ss
thankfully, it's always right on the grass.
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