justwrite 7 july

quagmires paralyze into inaction there are too many things to do too many times that flew the coop that escaped like crepes under sauce the lost colonies freezing into imagery the blueberries in the ice cream hardening into departure the parts full of hearts the cards living large in the deck the collected intellect that shuffles off as truffles cough quietly into their damp encampments there are stations set up to pace our progress to chase the targets to tighten the harness in subject disagreement where the plural all have one and the outlaws steal the sun keeping it like a secret there's a deep mitt full of baseball and baked goods shoveled from the oven into the air or onto the plate a mouth gasping in waiting for the bat the batter the comparisons no matter the sense lend intense reflection inward i have heard that the only need is to heed the reader to address the stress test and pass to outlast the first hint of mincing pain the strain of choosing better eating or sweatier seating on a stationary bike not stationery like blue with yellow polka dots pleasantly bought by a well-meaning aunt who can't for the life of her defer judgement of a gracious kind having distantly defined all efforts as worthy and it's not such a curse she should stop but a crop so watered has got to grow or i imagine so otherwise why do we go out of our ways to praise skills we have not observed speeches we have not heart and all those admirable traits late to the eye and early to the tongue