25 march

in the middle of running forward i paused to consider my form / found it untoward - abnormal
this hampered my laundry and basketed my case:
no longer able to score, i snored toward snooze and lost true distances beyond the finish
(unable to start progressing beyond a lesson barely learned)
earning nothing but regret in the catch and release -
a season's greeting meeting nothing but the agenda
tendering admission for a wish and a prayerful lane-swap
adopting another hobby for wasabi and peanut sauces
(glossing over disconcerting semi-failures with glories of a spicy sort)
no one at the top of the mountain even made a face
a charitable taste of sky and a blue day filled with snow - a to-go package deal, even
oddly enough the bluff to call was steeply trending original
the pivotal scene played in slow-motion split-screen
what's likely to be/ what might have been in some other universal understanding
a landing thud budging a toboggan out among the carousel horses
looking to cavort in assorted abandon
abandoning abandon, seeking planned tangents to climb aboard
taking on chores like miracle rescue (i'll do while you go)
showing all the cards but keeping back jacks
(attacks on the self unhealthy but richly deserved, swerving in and out of confidence)
bravery comes first and control still rides along
down the mountain up the course: riding and sliding and running in force
icefast and skywild like forgetting how to fall, forgetting fear at all and taking only air
forward as we fly - streets and feet and motion as we've chosen it,
pushing past the safely dark - eager into light