Sunday, May 31st, 2015
& then I slipped into my walking shoes and scooted out of there
Down in the courtyard
Children are playing as
Blackbirds gather in the trees
As if it’s a meeting to
Which they have been summoned
On this occasion
We got it almost right
But tomorrow
Is bound to be another typical day
There’s the madness, and always skirting the issue. They’re pants, not skirts. And while we are on the topic, it’s organization and structure that matters. Forward planning. Don’t avoid the parachute drop.
Wolfgang (I believe that was his name)
Was a little older than the other boys
But that didn’t stop him from throwing
A tantrum every time he was forced to wear a dress for the parade
Such
Possibility
& when the stairs finally collapsed it was alright because our flight was still there
There we were, carting around a broken fish tank and looking for glue, and the mud was round our ankles and the darkness was deepening. I wondered if your driver might do us a favour and take us to the downtown, but I have always been a dreamer.
Eloquence, because we trusted the moment.
It was always passing. But
Catch what we call “The Drift” and it’s OK.