Driving with the
clouds thriving the day breaks wide open and scrambles the sun as the rainbows
unstrung from the prism so easily forgiven and latch into clasps: we clap for
the hope and we rope up those dopes to hogtie surprise and then set it all
free! Whee go the chickadees and whoosh go the cockadoodles doing as the please
as the breeze rushes mush in the corniest of senses, our forgiveness and
recompenses on both sides of our neighbor’s fences: let us ask and let us give;
let us wander and let us shiver in the warmth of a sunny disposition given out
from our mirrors, clearer for the saying so, thanking for the thinking blow by
scene: even as we mean our answers to be certain, we work in the sense we can’t
take out ourselves, our nobler elves and humbler purposes show up to the
circuses sitting on the sideline and looking for the clues: the truths that we
can use, for when the writing’s done, and when the trip is over, the leaves on
all the clovers will have easily turned four but the pages that are left will
be right smack down by the door
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