22 august

i would keep going
i would throw all in
leave the conference room behind
toast the health of more sacred beliefs
better yet, the wind
grow dirt in some accidental corners
enough to grow from else
furthering of the self
pieces that have scattered
everything we thought that mattered
and the winding of the sheets
streets that lead to nowhere
cavalcade of spades

leaders and their circumstances
making up the steps to dances
once they saw on tv

small airports and uniforms
landing where we weren't before
stepping into wonder

trialed and found wanting
keep ideas a-flowing
stopped from going
crash, fall and dash as the banks get overdrawn
weeds all take the lawn
bursting out to flowers
hours stolen back
tracking down the answers
looking for the clues

retorts are for the weary
while the stronger get it done
call the knife and cut the cord
drop and give me everything you have
until you drop
tried and warned my overthoughts
-- those are not the shoes i bought --
easing into seasons filled with sense of moving on
strong enough to make believe
cut the cord and take the cake and we'll go out for dinner