Something like softening everything
Station after station seeks same
Strenuous sauntering in the heat, they'd say
That which which when whenever, they'd say
I'm here! I'm here!
Sideways or refraction falls short
They don't get it
The hand waving, the small pile of drift wood lit up on the beach because it's all the drift wood we could find
Not bad for a Wednesday but it isn't Wednesday
Keeping track of your goods when it's never gonna get any better
And then new things born every day and more sunshine and all the things that happen when you dissolve salt in water
They know the signs and you're ready
Pat pat pat
October 18, 2016
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