justwrite 22 july

we are watching this scene closely we are mostly searching for clues we can use in ungluing the truths from the past the fiction from the flash and when we wake up again we will scan our pictures into remembrance i will tell you there are too many and i will make a list twisting my wrist into circles jogging a memory worth of circumstances i would prefer not to dance i would prefer not to reach the beach but to teach the flocks and turn the clocks forward is to worry into a hurry is to scurry up the steps is to text the mixed mex there are samples i have gathered and soap i have lathered up cups full of ice cubes and useful information skirting the destination with its easy steps skipping all the legwarmers and remembering another time another line in the sandcastle the treehouse we have all gone to jamaica and ocean city and the pretty fact is that attacking kids with sun is no fun for the evening and the leaving is worse than the going like snowing and blowing crowing their whiteblack ways over the autumn haze the spring days years away from winter and the splinters of morning reach back into the knapsack tickling out the trout with rainbow fingers lingering underchin and overlip slipping water over gills and spilling oxygen out into the ether