13 october

holidays of assorted packs - stacked up like chamomile disregard - alarm clocks in wool socks and rock around the pockets - (but never in, that's a sink-not-swim scenario) and where we go when the clock strikes, when the mood bikes upward and moonful - strike up the tuneful phone home as the roaming candles tangle explosions of close-held devotions - we are the secret keepers til we have no hands left for our own