While in my yard standing alone
the unused furniture spills rust
on concrete that wants to adjust
to the shift of underground stones.

The shifting of underground stones
is what cracks solid foundations
tilts geometric relations
and sets up vibrations in bones.

Bone vibrations quickly set up
a quake in a once rigid spine
submerging the ear with the whine
of coffee trembling in a cup.

While coffee in a cup trembles
the hand shakes almost the same beat
keeping time with uncertain feet
a feat poetry resembles.

Poetry resembles the feat
oft referred to as herding cats
but I think a belfry with bats
is the idiom to repeat.

With the task undertook all’s square
in the world of rhyming quatrains
and why I am here to complain
that four lines each day is not fair.

That four lines each day is not fair
has naught to do with this project
for I’m the one with the concept
to write for a year on a dare.

To dare to write for a full year
three hundred sixty five verses
seemed a mild task with few curses
not too hard a project to fear.

A project I fear not too hard
and I can toss any four lines
in very few minutes most times
while standing alone in my yard.