poem 216 of a poem a day for 2012

amassed low-tided-quick-footedness

suckle feeding

on the wet skim

of belly-laughter

I am trying to pick up

all the pennies on my paces

stepping over the cracks

along the sidewalk

trying to slot a chance

onto each one

like coins on a string

in a song placing

metal with gravity

I am turning the knobs

finding wishing hard

not to do

here

all the fountains are

every moment

you toss your hat with

wanting more

disregarding the comfort

of your cage

for a serial-smiled

commute into what if

today is Emancipation Day

in New York

though for most of us

it is just July 5^th

just another firth

birthing the reaches

between desire and duty

along the lapped lands

of the body of Summer

with oceans of hunger

on Her mind and

the poignant smell

of gasoline exhaust

and vanilla soft-serve

swirling together

under a climbing Sun

the scattered paper bones

of fireworks are everywhere

ghost echoing big bang theories

in the way near memory

is a tactile loose weave

like running nude

with tiny god-particled-

single-threaded-intentions

my fingers basket-rake

the wet sand of this morning

reading and eating

the tea leaves

as it is leaving

its moorings to noon again

and the bend of another

high tide coming in

and the collection plate

covering all my loose ends

EJR ©