UNTITLED (WHO CHART THEIR WINDING HUMAN PLOTS)

Who chart their winding human plots

Around a ballpoint’s pointless blots,

 

Random captions that invoke us

Into never-ending focus,

 

Into boundless meanings when 

Authorized by a captive pen -

 

May these buoys bind you with

Their calligraphic myth,

 

The map of valor, grace, and charm,

Preserved by ink from time and hard.