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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