that ramble on
and overrun the line
are signs of a dull contentment
a condition of not wanting anything
with all needs check-listed so the page
eventually dead ends in a white field
and the pen stops
guilty of this disorder I know I must search
for something that bugs me an emotion must bleed
from an arrow a thought must have enough kindling
and spark to catch on fire which can only be extinguished
with words but the day is too beautiful and I’m not moved
to write about that, it would simple be about the gorgeous sun
an excellent dessert that at some point you’d put down your fork
which doesn’t stop the trees from nodding in the soft breeze
or the shadows from stretching as the sun splits the waterfall
into liquid glass or me quite ready to close the notebook on today
I’m more fortunate than many but challenged as a poet or maybe
it’s simply a day to be and stay happy. indulge in big bites of it
bask in it, swim in it, drown in it. forget healing lyrics or building
that bonfire of crafty phrases. today it seems like nothing will happen
and yet happen it does
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