Can’t really do other than admit
that swanky hindsight perspective
does house a host of shiver measures;
all this while thinking seas
were sailed and the machete swung
in adventure atop adventure;
only to see the beat dirt trail encircle
a pine grove grown a couple giant
heights since the curtain enclosure.
You are among the more persuasive
hindsight perspective peddlers
to roam these roads, knock on these doors.
Don’t really need one, thanks just the same.
But you’re welcome to help yourself to hash.