when the wakeup dream is to sleep again
an interval
a pause where powerful words reflect and reverberate but need never be spoken
the echo of noise that is not clear
the tangle that is not a short distance between two points
and really hardly gets to one at all
clear these
remember stormfall both unexpected and awaited
idioms rising and the playground emptied
wet giggles all the way home to towels and macaroni
or
left alone
a screened porch of a room where i run in place
pedal to nowhere
letting the wind whip through to chill the inside of this water
take the heat away
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