Even with
Persistence
Deliberate care
Pressure
and prescience

Pendulous motion
A solid iron
Smoothing
Your rough nap

The edges
Re-curl
Recoil from
Striving

Away from
Your center
Weighted ballast
Those corners
Threaten, disturb your
Effortful peace

But then
Who says?
Who ever said?
Why would you believe?
You are supposed to

Lie – flat

© Amanda Reilly Sayer