#220 - on the plonk

                        

9.viii.20

220

on the plonk

upon reflection

(Basho tribute)

 

or

careless love

you have to see in

                                                     

everything to fall has pitch

 

there isn’t a nextness

nothing has passed

 

this is the roundness

caught

by tricks of happen to be where (?)

 

all up with prognostication

who’s looking out for

 

no one grows old

though the place is

has its own treetops too

else otherwise how sky (?)

 

arrows missing

 

actually everything’s a question

 

a peering

equally look out

 

of forgetfulness

is why I come

 

still someone strikes up with

you wouldn’t know

 

flew through

now gone

dizzy in the upside downing

fresh of breath

twirl caught

 

grow up the edge in the hover air

 

in wings

and equally fins

far dark

nameless down we go

 

bright at this meniscus though

you can catch the rainbow slick

 

lovely how no one’s conducting

the sun touch

 

all afloat

these leaves to read drunk

 

nor metronome

breezeless now

 

now no one jumps

 

have to see in to the day