justwrite 30 august

this is where i will write in the night although it'll be morning by the time i do so now this spot is saved this time is raved in right on through to you over the internet and across the screen to my right that's right you're right everybody's right and nobody's left behind

now it is now and when was it then and how much have the keys touched the space between letters the numbers bugging each other and jostling for the next best space erasing each character to start a new spin-out there are signs the designs have been reexamined tested for faults for when the earth quakes and the bough breaks and the situation is well in hand like an apple dappled with raisins in praise of waldorf in cahoots with a co-hort of sports moguls and other such pleasant-sounding rounds of letters the consonants dancing all around the vowelly bush the monkey chases the race until it starts and then hasn't the heart to win over the past and to spin a disaster in the right direction the corrections not worth living too soon for forgiving the potatoes and their friends lending normalcy to the mission and glistening with relief as the grief passes its stages like classes with rages and tears spilling over fears and moving toward acceptance