Lady Justice: Wake Up in the Late Afternoon

If truth is this & I am that-

what is matter, when dependent on fact?

If belief is knowing that you know that you know-

then why waddle in doubt, yet feel comfort alone?

Many poems on my minds & words from my soul,

that get covered in cheese & fall right off the bone.

I found myself in Summer-

a place I hold so dear!

A time to toss frisbees one-handed,

with the other, holding a beer.