justwrite 7 march

i told you not to skin that knee that sock you ought to have washed yesterday but when you play with sidewalks you're going to get a talking to and the walking through doesn't always happen when the cracks are laughing up at you and you love your mother like no other but the chances of dancing successfully through the incidents remit the victims back to their tables waiting for dessert to be served and a lastminute change in the kitchen means many are missing the ingredients for an expedient exit to the occasion the lazing about means nothing without sandals and the tragedy is the toes exposed with no warning but the warming of the trend which lends itself to air over the sea to skyhigh songtitles bittling tongues strung along but throngs of imaginary pets waiting eagerly at home for you after you roam straight through everything else returning back to take the food from the shelf and the water from the sky delivering into bowls while whole bodies shiver with pleasure at seeing you measure out a serving size and adoring eyes wait to meet yours and be sure you will always come home always fill up and pet and coddle each pawfound step forward into the safety of green grass and the great blue elsewhere