4 february

having spent the greater part (so great) of the day denying weather
(there is no weather)
I cannot notice the lurking hulks of metal skulking on the sidelines
waiting for the turn
earning miles in exhaust
costing taxpayers exorbitant forecasts and two to more hours of delays
way off into the alphabetical march of districts irresistible and irredeemable
I cannot see the glare of lowbeams
scheming with their hopeful ropes full of frenetic energy
casting elastic lassos of frenzy
still nothing to scrape up
to salt down to sand up to scrimp up to save us from
I cannot hear the rumble the runup the percentages rising
too busy surmising that all will be well
spelling sunshine with a breezy wave
saving the day with a disposition unwilling to listen
reason? what? why?
can't try any size of that pie - no slice for the tasting, no goose for the basting
flying past the migration - no hesitation of purpose:
the forecast clearly set here
a painting hung in front of the tube
with curtains strung to frame the view
the window scene as possibly seen:
some enchanted afternoon
click! it sticks steady
heading a mind's eye edition
glistening distraction past those rows of plows
those heres and nows
ready to push away the possibles
those dark and icy maybes
just try to save me from what's not coming!
 'cause I'm humming through a lemonade picnic and a cherry tree sky
there's no reason why I'm believing that tale
that dark fairy whale might swallow us whole
but for now I see sun
so let's not come unstrung
lining up one by one to unhinge our own scenes
breaking down to scattered beans hoping to be planted
dreaming of enchanted maybes
how about yesses
tired of those guesses and ready for a go
ready for a showup makeithappen getitdone soonsoonsoon