In a rocking chair
sun is a face
while the way things could have gone
is losing a race

I see what you meant
but only a bit
erected fence
a dime and a chit

prepare what you did
and there did I go
facing the west
rare and bestow

beyond where I was
the feathery chant
on but the cause
a leather-bound rant

reading the wall
to say what it said
taking a fall
inside of my head

barely a breath
gone with a chin
beard telling less
than eye wrinkle grin.