“Second Go Round”
Wry my smiling “I don’t know”
Beguiling though this carny show
Best, at last, to leave it go
Live free of what I can’t control
Even from the yet unknown,
Once their banner’s fully thrown
I take the air with stepping stones
Out along the mythic shoals
On whispered winds, an ancient ode
Guides me to that Roman road
Collar up, forfending cold
Twice resolved, now boldly home
To thus reclaim what’s lost or sold
Great Exudations 