justwrite 9 july

tremendous cowering takes place as space is erased by the tail end of the chase the case all set with clues we neglected to use until now like a sow with a silken purse and ears rehearsed on the sounds of applause having no cause for alarm no escape from the farm just a charming call to arms a farewell to harms of the self-imposed sort a retort in the hand is worth three in the bush-trimmed outside job robbing the branches of their chances of further growth the remote stance the avalanche dancing backward into the freezer packed away with the leisure suits in cahoots with noises buttering up annoyances and ready to take such joy in our distraction to lead to its own satisfaction there are spaces left but the bet is on and the strung-along song has collapsed on the last verse tumbling down a bead having disagreed with placement a space meant to be held but nonetheless spelled incorrectly with the wrong name given the wrong sheep shriven if that's even the right word as odd as it may be left and the next best test is to decide what a strawberry's skin may be perhaps succulent but in simpler terms has to earn a sense of seeming moisture though not moist or to rejoice in the visual flavor while savoring the smooth acknowledging the pock-marked departure from a plain plane giving dimension teaching a lesson in diction correcting what's unheard and extracting those absurd seeds unneeded but greeted with careful reflection by a well-honed tongue