Hesitation Envy

I would postpone if I could.

Look at you, kicking the pebbles and boulders

Down the street to match what you have seen.

What might the legacy be?

Whose posture are we slinking through?

The memorabilia inadvertently slights

A sightseer claiming to have captured

The outer layer of the seen thing.

Are you ready to disport unearned gravity?

Whose harness would you say this is?

Surely not mine, untwined or otherwise.

There is a limit to how much rope . . .

Somewhere within the margins of hope

Lives a damsel wearing a pre-owned red dress.

No redress for her! Just look or listen,

And decide for yourself? Whose fault this lagging left.