justwrite 16 december

couldn’t have been more obvious but the floss tossed itself into a barrel and over the falls and the curtain calls went on and on and the song lasted until all the parts were cast like nets into the dance into the sea under the trees and over the river shivering into the winter that keeps reappearing fearing foolishness but acting it anyway playing along while a new song tries itself out shouts a chorus or two and plays with verses rehearsing before the hearse or worse we are pressuring ourselves into better health and imagining vitamins the chewable kind easily defined as sunshine through words nothing has to be heard to be felt and it’s a melting kind of offer being proffered even if it’s sight unseen even if it’s a clean bill of health away settling into the rain and covering with mud the icy kind the rewind button far out of reach and no need in this weedy section of the garden just wandering around and being found at the same time which is just fine at the moment and probably later too in whatever language you want to say it there’s a way to play it and I might as well