your shagreen leather
is still intact:
you make good weather,
you make contact,
you swallow dry-flies
with open eyes,
you move in straight lines,
you count the ties,
and all deceptions
you take on trust,
your world perceptions
come to a bust,
you march in cadence,
in single file,
you make great errors
with blissful smile…
soon shagreen leather
will in effect
get like a feather…
will you reflect?