Saturday, August 28, 2010

justwrite 28 august

piling up a few leaves it’s free to jump in it’s easy to swim without sinking to love without thinking we are rinking around the ice on silver skates waiting for the dates to ripen in ambergold mountains the fountains of numbers tumbling down into crystal vases the flowering spaces chasing but no racing winning but not facing anything backward the history the warm words the birds and also trees the honey and the bees we are wondering but the wandering is useful is truthful and there’s plenty of time to sign and the dotted line is a myth the wish is to come true the pictures are straight through the greenery the scenery themed with sleepy edges the scalloped corners the gingerbread houses on a new jersey beach out of reach of the boardwalk where only hazy memories talk about jellyfish wade into the little steps handholding parents and other beloveds leading the way to safety to marbled chocolate sea shells and souvenir each-year tshirts worth their wait their weight in cotton-poly blend the friend who dropped them off after stopping first for hamburgers ‘cause there’s none of that in this house there’s a cat but not a single mouse and there are no dogs there are laws laid down and there are kings without crowns but every movie becomes life every song is meant personally the intentions rehearsed fully and completely packaged neatly and delivered in shivering revelations we change the stations and turn the pages but there’s always a fortune to be read there’s always a right way to slice the bread if you want to read the tea there’s a free parade passing straight through the shade and into the lake but some mistake in the routing has the onlookers doubting whether the water will be walked on if the property will be balked upon against and other possible prepositions we are listening to the traintracks we are collapsing upon possibilities and as we fill up our sleeves with cards to play the day passes and the mind masses the pieces into dreams the steady image streams the nightclubs of the shrubberies and other unexpected combinations the uniting of nations and the chance to dance in the moonlight even if others see clouds

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