Poem: Hesitancy

Just a little something on the self-doubt issue.
Hesitancy Crafting lines, maybe ill conceived as though conception in itself is ever ill, but it may bark, instead of sigh All this shit impedes and no time now for impediment Hunting words or waterfowl it’s either in or out Four yards at thirty	This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection THE SMELL OF TWEED AND TOBACCO available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.