if i had all the space and the time i would still climb mountains looking for the blank / to bank the shot / tank the idea and fizzle it down
drowning in retrospect there's no way forward but without that back there's no perspective no direction home / cloudhigh and fireproud
louder than icebergs and fierce as a marketplace i lace my fingers and am the tree of last resort / sort the birds and settle in / count the nexts and nest the sins
winter sharpens dull aches and mistakes seem longer / stronger groans for other homes not yet found / rainbow connections of vintage invention / truth at a discount
mountains again and a trend made of two / apples and staff full of worker bees bussing tables / fables are for the telling - not for life
knife-bright flashes clash with tables set for one / for two there are dishes with ingredients / coming true menus with disregarded castasides re-imagined in full color
other than the sense of disbelief in reality everything seemed clear / otherwise the fear melted, replaced by curiosity / wide-eyed infancy of gettingtoknow
show and tell and just as well there's listening / glistening wonder of thanks for the chance and the dance of an undetermined sort / tortoise supports all choices: rejoices in the conversation
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