justwrite 13 september

these are thoughts that ought to be responded to this is a crew of words herded into a corner and twisted into blissful bits threaded with color and flowering out all over puffs of magic stories and dragons in glorious relief that jackie paper has come again has crayoned a send-me-back note on the remote chance to dance on a shelf to toast crispclean health on a creamy white page the stage of lines and curves deserving of tongues hung out to caress each syllable the fillable spaces and the memorable traces of thoughts and sounds bounding through meaning careening toward sense or something in that direction we are in no need of correction we dreamers of schemes the stars and the wagons the mermaids laughing dragons off their clouds and into fireworks because when fire doesn’t we all get cold we all grow old before bedtime and it’s nobody’s dime to spend it’s nobody’s story to end without plenty of choices that kind of adventure where you turn the page they were all the thing in the onceupon times and the pages of mine were filled with ninjas and any page in there would find you smack square in front of some bad guy who snuck up and caught you when you turned to page thirty-two or twenty-four and anymore I can’t imagine writing such a lot of second-person narration let alone dialogue but that’s the dragging down again that’s the sagging clown defriending all the balloons gazing up at the moon and wondering how and when it got away let’s not play that sort of defense let’s tense and then jump let’s choose sparrows not snails and let’s sail through the forests and make way for the trees with the breeze of a million what-ifs blowing strong and bright through the sunshine and night while the waves craving forward motion will earn our study and devotion these are the pictures out my window these are the tunes spiraling into bloom on the sill as the sunflowers nod in time