years later they would be revised as daydreams
the machinations of an overworked underdrive
turning rags to riches to taco salad twitches
onward and outward bounding
bonds as words and herds rich with wants
needs like knees under trees in the breeze:
these are the recipes we will never make
toss stakes and float the tent -
gently down the riverbed
merrily the carols freeze and tumble go the toes
ready to go anywhere
ready just to stay
cancelled parades and tossing only wrappers
crinkling like possibility chips under the desk
text the directions and maybe i'll call
all this internal and nothing to report
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