justwrite 14 july

lyrical elk bellow mellow tunes under musky moons waiting for the chance to dance unless the sunset takes too long lighting the dawn with its own angles tangling rays into trees and filtering a breeze full of earth up from the dirt and through the roots there are truths worth burying and wishes worth carrying out in front the subtle months of inbetween dreaming seeming to melt as the feelings of vagueness turn concrete and in this heat turning back to steam to scheme backward up a tree and the wind in the night brings light relief on grief for the weary just sleep in a bleary sense too tense to imagine calm too alarming to allow parallel structure the least productive highly reductive chance the lance carried high as the clouds are pierced with wondering blundering together in conversation in condensation the waiting game stating a claim and naming each good for itself each animal to its health for how can an eagle suggest beagle or bagel scarcely able to define rhyme beyond the chiming climbing sideways up the wind there is a calling stalling out in stale air that comes back to me with the breeze then re-freezes into silence forcing self-reliance on the interpreter and i'm wondering if it's blundering to suggest color when each other turn is already for the best and the rest too tested to be tried too french to be fried ready to catch up with the audiences and clarify a preponderance of clues using before losing and snoozing before waking up the loving cup overflowing in nine minute servings deserving all the best and no less to test the morning against the light to ignite the blinds with day