hanging up hangups, there is no path
skipping stones and picking pockets
jumble sale thrift shop candlestick prayer
wade through the water til the old moon cares
even as an antelope
soft as a gazelle
falling in the wishing well
no one left to tell
fire off the cannons
sound all the alarms
nursery as the rhyme may be
not without its charms
canteloupe jumpsuit
pickle on a stick
tell me how my day has gone
on and off like tricks
tomorrow's resolutions
today's vague wonderwhy
week awake goes marching on
what else but to try
plant a little garden
steady as she goes
running through the sunday sun
face the wind that blows
push and pull or stillness
no cast but a hook
the fish i am or looking for
i'm sure i'd never cook
time to turn the day off
lists and work undone
sleep and dream endurance
it's no short race we run
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