justwrite 21 october

slicing down a seldomwalked sidestreet I meet the sun suddenly coming up between buildings capturing a yellowblushing birch perched on the side of a muddy walk talking nonchalantly to itself as if it hadn’t seen its health improved upon so ignited so brightly when the right angle lit itself drank its wealthy draught crafted out of shine but this is well and fine but who can live in such a world who can hurl out description of every depiction of life that develops we play the cello in the corner for each mourner for each celebrant we’re hesitant but delighted and we thrown confetti the descriptive words the colorful verbs and all kinds of adjectives a grab-bag full and the wool over everyone’s eyes disguising the known as the mysterious the realistically delirious cooking up the unknown with ingredients expediently heading straight downstream meaning what they say and staying on the right path the traffic can’t get you if you spit through the fence and if you mention the right code the explosions will stay away the dog will have his day and not your own your phone will ring with unusual news the kind you can use truly and now I’m off that track where I thought I’d hang my hat today but stay a moment there are more components in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in hamlet’s geometry the geography of the mind defining itself in intricate maneuvers suturing together facts then spinning cadillacs out of spiders’ webs and pillowcases we are facing tomorrow each on our own but we need the lights out for now to think about how