15 september

if i had nothing to say i would stay out of bounds and catch reflections from unheard mirrors - the clearer the goals, the wider the holes and the trees will barely have trunks - amongst the recipes the freezers have their way and the easygo chowdown is raised up - stuffed like an alabaster shirtwaist with chaste congratulations and accidental themes, we dream of conversation without consternation - a dedication to wider realms of helpfulness and support where such is needed - having heeded calls to stall the horses ad hold them, too, we brew our own misgivings into no one else's cup - rough and tumble as the die cast cast die - curtains on the roll