NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Eight, Poem Twenty-Nine

Jump
Several posts short
working fence.

Can't even keep
self in.

No one says
stay or go.

You versus
own feet.

Do you need
talk to moon

or just excuse
poetics sans poem.

Air brush
stroke  out

wax on
wipe off.

Grasses undo
last splats.

Work rewards
more work

only know
fair trade.