Unremarkable

The unremarkable leather in the tall grass
befriends his face in the long outings
with tarnished sand appraisals
and group therapy

bemoan the last of rejections
so few in dismay of the other passing
rejoice for seasons’s patterns
under alabaster autumn footsteps

Too few that would rejoice
perhaps a matter or two
or the racket ball in the sand
that becomes a doorknob

the half life of regret is 10 years
the remarkable part of me is scoped with fear