Saturday, February 28, 2009

justwrite 28 february

let me start where you ended i'm sending my suggestions courtesy of the courier and the hurrieder he gets there we'll get squared away which is to say goodbye and how high the rope how wide the scope and a fresh mouth travels south into trouble bubbling up where we most neglect it we never expect its appointments to be scheduled so far apart and in someone else's heart we see the gas wasted the spirit tasted and found to be bubblefree unfortunately this is how it goes when the curtain shows up and the tickets can't last past this traffic jam sometimes i surmise that it wouldn't be a surprise to meet such a fate but of late i've wondered how the torn asunder gets sewn together and whether feathers can be stuck back in and how high can a turtle fly if it really tries and the sky's the limit for clouds but as loud as they are they still fall down and melt to puddles befuddling their original intentions and these dimensions match my own though i owe more than my fair share and your care as well with a ribbon around it and the wits to astound it into silence and i wish i could quiet my face and trace my grace into obvious qualities of goodness like you should wish each other and i borrow from my mother occasionally in superior containers meant for carrying the remainders of reminders like meet the challenge of balance and relax into the present which could be much more pleasant than hesitant uncertainty verging on delivery of bad news confused with blues

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