in the circle of spinning wheels
i found what i was looking for
it turned out to be a sandwich
around me the turns turned out to thread
to long lines
well-defined in strength and color
in a general sense
though strands in hand
and on real reels
felt inconsistent to the eye
non-existent as defined previously
personality leaning hard on fact
turning back to the sandwich
gold into straw
coleslaw a senseless side
hiding a tomato sliver
forgiving an attempt to garden
a smart idea
a field trip rewarded
bread instead of anything else
i love you more than toast
but toasted cheese
indeed
these are the scramblings of eggs
wondering what happened to hatching
wondering if ham is catching
and what would it do if it did
let me tell you
i have known rivers/ mountains
i have slept long hours
i have forgotten the next line
wait until the candle goes
we two shall follow too
holding our homophones close
most personal most holy spelling
whitewashing the double-spacing
erasing with chasing commentary
wiggling lines reclining in questioning pose
what do you suppose was meant here
steering clear through to morning
blank pages of excellent opportunity
college-ruled lines/ pencils
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