gliding in...
when does feeble coercion become
insurrection, a corrective reflexive revolution
becomes another tipping point, a
sonnet of old instrumentation and folk songs,
a balancing spun ball, a unicycle
ridden by a seal honking clapped fins for all
the china is clamored broken rain,
everything you have to gain when out
pirating goddess treasure
all that can
be lost without a map
if you are too greedy to remember sharing kindness
serve every need first, promise nothing
but a love of now, string the clouds
like caught vines, brush the paths with
herbs, stoke the fires with wine
garrison each season with its own spies that
love when reason stops to hide
and says
I can’t take it, anymore…
EJR ©
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