justwrite 6 march

there are starches that will not keep this shirt straight I have waited for the fated button I am cutting open the rent and finding inside a chicken and it is hatching from which came first the rehearsal hasn’t started but the curtain is going up lifting cupped hands full of fools the hope that you’ll put your numbers in the right order when you go to pay your taxes that I will learn that to relax is a miracle cure and when you’re sure that your plan will pan out then you can call me full of troutstreams these scenes are and the jumping is hard to follow and the morrow is worth the sorrow of a thousand turtledoves folding themselves into cranes the luck that runs up and through and never out the south and the north switching sides and hiding in the closet until the other comes out to play until the stages are set we are ready to forget I am too awake to fake sleep and I will keep my eyes open in hope in search of boots in search of lutes playing themselves into spring the second hands the third and the words in the right order are sorting themselves out snoring all the spaces into place we are rhyming our thyme and parsley with rosemary and scarborough fair on the way to thanksgiving we are praising the raisins we are forgiving ourselves for our lack of forgiveness the bigness of heart we see in ourselves our selfish shelves of stored-up glory we are proud and quietly loud about it the cattle are lowing but we are growing our self-images up in the backyard guitar-playing imagination we are collecting our thoughts and publishing them but maybe we should keep a few for ourselves maybe we should start a fire maybe we should admire our dreams but measure too our accomplishments and we have sent ourselves packing in the other direction we are wishing that lessons came with answers a special key given to the teacher unlocking the special features and telling us what to do next when the text turns into choose your own adventure