it’s our longest expression
one we can stretch
a mile wide
on a face
of inches
the gentle downhill
the soft slingshot
up the other side
the smooth ride
back and forth
the rollercoaster
we trust enough
to throw up hands
and let everything
hang out
I drain the pool’s water with a pump that must be unplugged before it sucks air at the same time shedding lots of slippery ideas to hopefully leave a good one then it’s critical when filling the pool
it’s a dog nap afternoon but I’ll keep my eyes open for awhile follow thoughts that drag through windless leaves everything heat-stilled how can there be poetry without movement no clouds in a blue sk