this

they’re all those people
they’re sure – you’re sure – that
they had the right idea

and yet you can’t quite shake the
feeling that somehow they missed out
missed out on all this

but what did they miss?

if this is putting some wear on a guitar neck
or being never-truly-worried about the girl
you’re positively crazy about

then maybe i have some ground
some black coffee grounds that i can
recycle into my rose garden

if i want them to return next spring
i’m willing to bet they’d return anyway
though just to spite me

claiming i’ve got to do a little jig and
write some more vague poetry if i want
to see them again

but what would i miss?