all these windows opening up
or are they doors
but nothing coming through but light
or is it dark
driving around to drop off deliveries
but unsure what's being picked up
more rain, please
and the right to sleep through it --
deep and forgetful
cool and archival --
the storage of floods,
the hope of pocketed feathers --
i am waiting for the thunder that will make the difference
for the sky that talks back
let me carry buckets to fill the well
spring deep and fall back
track the lines that graph the charts
and let the numbers softly depart
there is nothing to add up here
only division and subtraction
collapsing in on themselves
in systematic goodbyes
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side note
While this blog's original purpose was to keep myself honest in my practice of doing daily justwrites-- 10-minute freewrites from some unusual starting points-- it has meandered to occasionally include other sorts of writing, to address other goals, and to even include other authors. Now, its main function is as a sort of verbal/ thought outcropping in public view. These are not polished pieces, and most are completely rough drafts. As some pieces may be developed through revision, your comments are most appreciated.
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