15 september

up a few lines there are words too absurd to depend on - we defend honor and pass strife with the butter knife but before we cut the rest of the breakfast there's a question to be answered and no natural disaster but abnormal re-sorting of balance where it doesn't need to be - we seed the scenes with dandelion rain and the way it falls calls attention to the blooms too soon to be blown - yellow or even green in meaning and, in matters unbecoming the humming of taps, while collapsing the folding chairs after some other or again assembly hall cattle call and the pieces all must rest but the metal sure does clang