Of being not quite in the correct place,
Hovering again behind
By just a bit too much, missing again,
Out of contention, no chance at the cup.
Left ever pushing
Against a kudzu karma of tedium, aware
My latitudes aren’t right, but not quite
Accepting my longitudes.
Ah the vacillations of situation.
When one knows the correct place but
Can’t get there,
As there is just out of reach.
No ribbon, no ring, no laurel leaf,
Falling again untangling,