peaches and porches and a moon i can't quite see
full enough, it should be
humid on the inside
cleaning up and out and away
being fully in one place at a time
or intending to be
to try to hold my breath while running in place
i am moving but the pace is unclear
the destination is in question
there are lessons for learning and i have read many books
taking my time and having it taken faster
i am giving myself away
the slip the slide the wonderhow
mosquitoes that always find my ankles
sleep that looks rich and comes up short
i meant to write down my dreams again
dreams co-opted adopted and annotated with references
the space between what is and seems
so many pots to water
so many sighs to shed
plans to grow stronger to catch and release
not to need anyone anything
not to reach for something that's not there
stock shelves with reality
invest in fair trade
trade fairly
fade gently
color in the rainbow with improvised suggestions
a script gone through the wash
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