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justwrite 18 august

the foggiest night in londontown but not a throwdown just caught and dotted like eyes on traintops the jaw drops and the revelations breed sensations there is hesitation and certainty but the better tree to see you with is a gift of a storm and an inbed morn we are torn between the scenes but it seems like a shower ought to check out collect doubt and send it back keep track and Cadillac the sidewalk cars rover the range and change the sheets a catch and release bid for fairness and it’s true we do we few happy handholders and no bolder just shouldering the long hot layabout the stroke by poke nonsense chatter nothing the matter just reconnecting and recollecting the wonders we are seeing the caves by these saints we are saved in this subterranean grave and we behave nicely we share we compare mesh and best guesses turning left and left to pizza the defeat set aside the train still to ride going home in victory in three-four time while waltzing matilda becomes named while the sheep are rearranged into props a bumper crop of pizza but tenemos exito and sogo the metro way staying on the right tracks backing the right horse we chart no course but enjoy the way and to stay is to play longer in the sun that comes and streaks the sky the European clouds and the pushing off of doubts we are icecreamthemed and ready steady going

justwrite 17 august

updown a turnaround day coffee and to stay in play the crepes take the cake and the sun still shines we are fine with the stones cobbled with the wibblewobbled let’s left that right behind and move in time no rush no fuss and a muss of tunnels underground move around to redistribute truths and tell them to fend off doubts to eat salmon not trout and to call all the water wine yours and mine and if you wanta fanta an ice cream a soup I will give you the scoop and a river to run through it blue it might be like dynamo fight we will and win we must the door we trust but the wind will blow as the rain and snow chill august adopt us and cater to our whims it seems there is more walking the talking is close the rowing is boat and the water is wide the deep breaths inside are showing on the skin and we sink but then swim the positive deposited exchanged changing currency hands held welded but gently camping but not tently and we will pay the rent we owe but nothing more there is sure and there is guessing and the lesson is unclear there is fear and there is sleep but the flow is much too deep to miss a kiss and a river a church a forgiver the candles are lit an answer submitted for approval the useful phrases saved for grace facing eyeward disturbed then conserved the masses the trash is put out and the table is clear we are ready to be steady on a brighter scale no tale to tell but to the fishes a delicious truth ready to be used by the tongue sung with honey and also air the space traced with golden light and bright ideas cleared beside with nothing to hide there is no darkness that I will push away to say no to the listening the reason no treason but to run stung hung undone quiet in denial in the dark

justwrite 16 august

big day arrival way earlier than the one expected neglected pages get read in the shade instead of the inside an inride underground found and around like bottlewater vended with rough edges mended we are tending to necessities keeping fees low and sowing all the right seeds the buttons I have nothing to disagree with the cab fare free with bubbles and also a listener we are twisting our necks and texting the rest of the code exploding sparks in the dark of the arrival lounge scrounging for the next passengers clues to use to imagine the obtuse troop of children not chidden but rushing unbidden to their wide-armed families the week of separation the consternation and I will say wait your turn don’t wave unless you are him and please step aside hiding horizons full of meaning behind seemingly innocent name tags mr. and mrs. seltzer and lewis and the grand circle tour company frumpy but nonplussed in discussion over and under around through air france and other chances we’ve never felt lucky to have blah blah the granted-for-taking the hesitation making its way to the surface but this is unrehearsed and worse to wear a pre-made phase a crazy dream to seem to shake off a cough and a cleared-throat away we will say elsewise trying and spinning a winning ring around that finger a knot to not forget a sleep to smooth time zones away here and today to have and to stay moving together the weather to be fine and yours to be mine the sunflowers and other scenery marked by a river and a rainbow the underground a strange glow by which to grow but we will take it bake it on warm rocks and share

justwrite 15 august

opting for optimism a prism of color no other through such shades neverfading carbondating or greentree ringing the rounds found to contain the mysteries of history the certainty of the future taking this tour means exploring all those places those faces upturned flashward for splitsecond grins back to longward smiles not just caught in the pictures but doublefeatured in neat procession teaching lessons back and forth the south and north to the east and west the best strategy a calm qualm-smoothing support a green beam the light in which on which to stand a hand to hold a fold closetogether the storm outside the rain in vain crashing no party but its wetbright scheme teeming with growth tomorrows all strung along we are songsingers and deadringers the realthing a bringing a borrowing no taking but giving we are offering proffering setting out menus and letting down our hair don’t care who sees and the breeze can carry that message the stress is a whirlpool unfurling full and frenzied winds spinning the calendar pages it’s been ages a new stage is appearing and here we’ve been cast the leads indeed clearly within hearing some fearing but no need on and along we go show the cards it’s not hard to read hearts and eyes can’t disguise we surmise and reprise but a new verse up next reading from no text but mouthing the same words heard in a fresher dream the time the days the clouds the way we reach for each other and find joy