Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Pro Forma

This is a tiny bit of reverie, mostly here to keep me honest, in case I don't get back here later today with something better.

pieces of the plan
scattered on the cellar floor
covered with a box or two
never go away

all the little horses
running through your head
feel the rafters shake

sizes of seismic selection
shake out a shard or two
somehow that broken piece
will emerge

and you’ll trip
with an armful of sheets
you’ll fall into your own
old dreams

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