justwrite 8 september

we remember our words we herd them into ears and ferry them across the river over the shivering banks we rank our tanks and we give our thanks to the wolves we feed ourselves full are woolly in the ears and our tears will feed no masses will crash no gates pearly or late we are fated to retell our swellest encounters over and again and scan the crowd for doubters no we will say yes we did sway in that wind we went time and again to the river and we swam in the moonlight daybreak open-air minefield daring to be called out daring to beware and to stare backward into an unsuspecting face we are tracing the outlines of fine times on the tabletops and we can’t stop until long after it’s over and the table is gone and the times linger on through the lines switched to facing forward onward and back through different angles the august light the brightness before the winter and we wander warily but what way we go is yet to be known we have thrown a ball and all the guests have called to say they’re on their way but the sunset is not yet swept from their eyes their lies and their truths too useful for telephone operators to overstate like cases wise beyond grammar like stammering too sweetly for indiscreet conversations we have faced less united nations than these and while the trees are passing no judgment so let it be with our minds our hearts are fine but they don’t need to be told they don’t need to grow old and apart there are starts but the finishes diminish returns and I know I’ll earn no interest with such investments and it’s not a test meant to see if the reading’s been heeded but weeding out the rest makes the best shine through