justwrite 23 april

too intense to mention there is a reason this season is colored so brightly the nightly wind brings down branches and sideglance chances we all have questions but the lessons we learn tell us we only churn so much better and chance does the dance to the end the lending tree the library and all the pretty flowers the showers and the clouds pinned to the sky in artful arrangement estranged from the ground but meeting occasionally horizontally for some tasteful interchange we are strange and wise we disguise our thoughts we have bought our passports and now we tell only the truth we are not used to such a world we have many streets to explore and the more often we turn corners the more items are added to the list it’s bliss not to miss out on not to doubt on about wrongs and rights we are only right all that is left is what’s next and what’s past can’t last forever we have measured out our tumbledown hairstyles and the tuba players cannot savor another awkward sunset without our approval the brassy removal of extension cords lording it over the clovers and eating up all the luck the lame duck climbing into the mitten smitten with apprehension but paying enough attention to duck a the low door and what’s more to duck constantly for you see that’s what you do when you we are through with this line no more thoughts to twine in line with that sort of fowl play and I cannot say I didn’t mean that it’s a square fair deal and the way we feel now we will feel forever we have questions and we are answering for ourselves