#573 - what fits in a day?

 

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what fits in a day?

 

have you seen?

it is so many

set foot forth

note

a kind of scribble

so many mansions

one for each pillow

 

have you tried

nothing new under

to cram what?

 

in often bliss

woken to arms

you tell the dream

yet might return

 

take flight

let lust 

have I said song?

 

or let days breathe

be weeks, be years  

seasons come in so

 

all somewhere in the day too

 

pockets!

handkerchief world’s full!

day in the mirror’s forever of sorts

 

as the forest is tracked

so the day goes round

 

all bodies heavenly in conception

… come hither you

habeus corpus

 

paths cross

and often crossings out

kick the can down the road

make a list

doing and done

 

only human

to look for motive means

too human!

in day we creature it

 

a pocket for games in the which

then afternoon tea – brief lawn accoutrement

 

red letter

in a Sunday month

moon blue and bush week too

 

a world of fits

elements churn to make

green about

blue above

where we’re concerned

 

dig up old dinosaurs

make new

never knock opportunity

a jog trot keeping up with

 

run round the clock all day

[mind the while elsewhere]

in signatures of midst

and modest proud

come to the calendar then

live the booklight

 

as if to a mountain

they’ll say

that mob vanished in the day

 

hearth dance of the branches down

and treetops hold last sun

 

in no time we are dressing for bells

beaker, fatted calf

song and stare out the fire

with its far tales

 

moon-ding

a commencement of frogs

(personal message)

 

a place where all forever young

 

if there were more hours

      or say

a day within the day

we still would not touch all things

though the job might get us done

 

as ever and always guessing in words

 

poems and kitchen to cook

the garden makes us make the garden

who is it makes will be done?

 

over our heads

little round it with a rest

to be beyond ourselves