it's true that's what happened but the details are expiring
firing neurons through synaptic galaxies
trapping freezeframe snatches of conversation elevation of wonderwhy recollection
a mess in a bottle all shaken carbonated and easily related to through poetry
we please ourselves when we fill our shelves with progress with crossedoff lists
the twists come when we find we've strung the same bow with the wrong arrows
sparrows and canaries and other singers of warning laugh in yellow glee
sun also shines in the morning on the patio
turn the mint to catch the glint to live in the house that i built
spilling milk and prayers and chinese fortunes all across the yard
tarring feathering and barely weathering the storm we put on for ourselves
wealth and health and nourishment of soul of body and mind: we mine as deep as ever
we chop tomatoes and laugh
this is the summer we'll want to remember long after the plants have gone
harvest is not just a metaphor and poems are not just the past
we can say we and please the court in resorting to smooth fantasies that fill in all the gaps
as collapsing sin and swinging tins of spices we season our plates
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side note
While this blog's original purpose was to keep myself honest in my practice of doing daily justwrites-- 10-minute freewrites from some unusual starting points-- it has meandered to occasionally include other sorts of writing, to address other goals, and to even include other authors. Now, its main function is as a sort of verbal/ thought outcropping in public view. These are not polished pieces, and most are completely rough drafts. As some pieces may be developed through revision, your comments are most appreciated.
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