Blood That Wouldn't Yield (+1)

You thought that you could skip a stitch,

the thread provided free

You thought no one would ever notice,

just one small opening

The seam then weakened steadily,

threads loosened left and right

Excuses now unraveling,

Old Glory taking flight

The sinew given strong and taut,

to seal the danger out

But that one stitch you failed to close,

won’t mute the nightmare’s shout

Miss Ross is now in mourning,

as the stars have left the field

That one stitch you’ve forsaken,

—draining blood that wouldn’t yield

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

In Command

Horizon set,

all sails to run,

the tiller in my hand

The future drifting,

like the past,

—this moment in command

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)