justwrite 15 july

sway mega-super-huge leaves in the breeze the trees freezing at each breath of stale air incomparable with the gales never failing to tail tales and tell tall tribes of gatekeepers to open up 'cause it's dark out here and a classic scene ensues and what's trite is overused and i'm sorry to say there is no way to turn right on this left-handed street the beat of the steady pavement sent to take us to some leader some feeder of birds some misheard word hurried along i am strong because i am weak and the beak i keep tucked away into my feathers can bray easily a donkey's groan a greeting a sign for unseating the majority the whip into shape not an easy escape from fading into cushions into the distance which is now now become sleep too deep to roll out of and with one day more i wonder if snoring will find me will unwind me into sleeplessness the bunk beds the queensize kings the futon brings relief in the next best guest room for there is an inn there is a mountain this fountain too fresh for discovery in the rushed-along calves pulling by pairs through the same damp air hovering above into and through the treadmill instead will you please open up and begin this sink will not swim with your fishes not wash all those dishes although a new tendency toward dependency on a clear counter is a culture worth adopting a diversion worth co-opting and lopping off the heads of state the dinner dates and figs grown big and better shuffled on like a sweater in the sweeter cool of morning there is no dawning too raw to be forgiven and the river never shriven of a necessary bend the pretend clouds louder than the real air