17 july

let's celebrate something else entirely
a new unturned corner page cliche
top of the charts and bottom of the barrel
the conjunctions barely keep it all together
there's the weather and there's a storm
warm enough to get stuck into
steps that cannot move ahead
it is the eye or it is the storm but nowhere now to go
keep the track and lose the map
there's nowhere to return to
nothing else to lose -- and yet --