justwrite 10 september

long lines stride limbs climbing into the distance the resistance leastways pathed into the math like dividing scissors slicing the park into the dark the gravel travelling underfoot hoofing it in slower bits but the bliss is in the gliding stride the ride of a lifetime strung forward into lifelines trying forward frying footprints into unmentionable tension the retention of these dimensions while branching out into a sprinting tree like a bicycle wheel feeling its own way finding its own song without pedals no metal just barred petals sparring with the air the dicing of icing in the breeze the sweet sneezes of incidental spring in autumn harboring hopes of skipping winter and splintering off in awkward substitution where the flakes shake off right into the trough of an april goat coated in a remote chance of apple pie in the sky which is to say delicious and the piece to remember is returned to each sender in a tender care package