They say don't count the chickens until they
Grow up and lay eggs; but that cliché has run
A course covered in poison ivy: don't scratch
Your chickens until they no longer itch applies
Just the same. Miles wandered: count them.
Words written: round them up and analyze
The lot. Fountains penned: sketch the book
And burn the sketch, wetting it with the
Water from the well. Follow instructions to
The number or the baked good will be be
Fried bad. Authority has it figured out.
Follow the blazed trail but do not breathe
The smoke. Where is the cleanest air?
Quite another moving target.
Roman Ryan 