justwrite 19 august

hovering discovering the clovers shoved out of the way the spray of the waves the saving graces the erasing the spaces we are getting things done we have strung the lights and music everywhere we scare our faces in the nighttime mirrors it’s clearer by the moment the hopeful proponents sending prompts we’ve vaunted saddles and herded cattle fiddle faddle and other sweet treats we eat ourselves silly and we travel past frilly details and openfaced sandwich sales they’re half off you know and there is snow in the air we fare well we tell ourselves stories our glorious forebearers carrying torches scorching marshmallows the fellows around the fire the whiskey spires twisting up into the sky and it surprises me when I see these words I heard them in my head I reddened in the face I replaced the cases with accusative the news we didn’t hear the fears we kept in our pockets got unlocked accidentally spilled all over the scene we mean well we can’t tell our secrets anything they don’t listen they glisten with black tea and other thoughts they ought to have bought more groceries and the ghosts with the mosties the toasty floats the ice cream boasts itself into existence the paths of least resistance fall away we cannot tell where the yellow wood ends and the less taken trend extends