GETTING SOMEWHERE

                                       GETTING SOMEWHERE             

I am small.

Lots of places I could be,

a filler of niches

unobtrusively.

Others are tall,

shapers, 
of the chips which fall.
 

Bigger spaces tempt

but mean

a stretched consequent

or two.

In the end, too many years,

and too much here

to be . . .  there.

I try, from time to time,             

to entice them near.

But fear their preference for            

my roundness, square.

Dennis R. Keefe                                                       

December 22, 2008