9 february

registered and lined up -- the signed up march goes forward at a pace to race ahead: nothing to chase but the tail of the end (the beginning of another, the opening of a curtain). it's certain that the table's set for a new dish but the menu's hard to read with exceedingly small print and the after-dinner mint keeps showing up early-- wait for the cue! wait for the roux to form or the norm won't be set and the apple won't get far enough from the tree for you or for me to point fingers: linger longer and pull up a chair to the fire ----- too close, too close! you'll roast your toes and iron your socks while the lock still smiths and the rabbit still roars... core your apples while the rosebuds wait and the haste you waste may be your own [a groan in the cheap seats, carbon made of meat eats itself in a biosphere -- wonder why we steer clear from some and not from others -- worrying after druthers and rathernothavesaids when the future could be pretty lights and snowy sun instead]