Sunday, May 11, 2014

11 may

hanging up hangups, there is no path
skipping stones and picking pockets

jumble sale thrift shop candlestick prayer
wade through the water til the old moon cares

even as an antelope
soft as a gazelle
falling in the wishing well
no one left to tell

fire off the cannons
sound all the alarms
nursery as the rhyme may be
not without its charms

canteloupe jumpsuit
pickle on a stick
tell me how my day has gone
on and off like tricks

tomorrow's resolutions
today's vague wonderwhy
week awake goes marching on
what else but to try

plant a little garden
steady as she goes
running through the sunday sun
face the wind that blows

push and pull or stillness
no cast but a hook
the fish i am or looking for
i'm sure i'd never cook

time to turn the day off
lists and work undone
sleep and dream endurance
it's no short race we run

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