justwrite march forth!

I won’t say that it’s true it’s you it’s a few too many variants the chariots swing so low there are no sweet cherries the berries are all aflame and the names slur toward the same syllables we are riddles solving ourselves and thrilled with our cleverness the clovers picked never have enough leaves leaving something to be desired firing all comers and calling back no numbers for three or more days the golden leaves the wheat the rye all the catchers snatching earth and sky borrowing water and air everywhere you can get them we fit them together puzzle pieces in a captain planet ring singing again and again the same words I would like to say there are ways and there are exits we are collecting our tickets and seeing how they add up we are cupping numbers and letters and sweating the big the little and the middle verses they try to rhyme but the fine-feeling reels can’t steal the spotlight bright enough to bluff the listener we are twisting our ankles and thanking the stars the bars and cars all crashing into each other and we avoid all others we are quiet in our corners we are pushing away the mourners and waiting for the sun we are carrying by the ton the world the steel cables coming unhinged from the beginning and the end we send the inbetween dreams back to their original stages asking for pages to be turned one at a time and it’s fine if no one’s reading there’s no drive to be succeeding faster or long lastinger than real words can reach but to teach is something and to sit is not

no idea what to write is the plight of so many frames the names disappear the clearing where the birds sing they are flinging their merry way to the other side of tomorrow there are sorrows and there are joys all employed with regular jobs of lifting up nice and setting down mean and in between dreams we drift we lift our heels and our toes and we slide forward we glide toward the next step we have leapt off the sidewalk we have talked ourselves to sleep again we are diving into the deep again and arriving in a thriving scene green and beautiful we throw off our dutiful list and we miss all our appointments caught up in anointing the new season with plenty of reasons to sing