justwrite 17 february

take off your shoes and bruise your clues cueing into ruin brewing splendor like fender benders mashing potatoes stating the views that we use in twos like triplets missing one the fun-house mirror sparkling clearer and more mysterious with wisteria vines and ocean rhymes with emotional times and they are a-changin' arranging the fuss like horticulturalists soothing all those blossoms these ribbons and decorative possums into vases and the places they'll go when the snow falls and calls out for trout to doubt the upstream dream scheming that one day and some day they'll walk in the sun under the gun and around the corner playing transformers with a half-sister fully missing the link between the brink of disaster and the need to reach it faster than necessary like a horse with a cart full of cherry tomatoes the wait oh so many have tried to kick off the star-spangled roof and the dark dark sky pouring down into the chimney and flooding the house with sleep as one quickly creeps out his window and escapes into the sudden light delighting in the chance to romance the opportunity the tune you see happening to sing along with itself the words once kept on some high shelf now filling up and spilling over and landing in clovers ready for the luck to set in steady as a duckling's chin set hard against the cold and scolding the down that won't stay feathered just dreaming of the nights when the moon's not tethered and the warm weather washes our hands together