#703 - trial run

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703

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trial run

all my life practising 

clouds and the tune 

colours 

a warmup

turn of conversation 

guessed at the room I was in 

all my life I was

flying a kite

looking for courage

I lived on that hyphen they later give

as if were parachuting in 

yes I was on the way

all almost 

a stretch to touch, if only 

I was just getting the hang

I was the almost ran 

if only my foot would connect with the ball 

always woke to another world

expected a certain circumstance

but calendar and clock roll on 

I would breathe out a cloud 

through life I could shine

but start again, slept right through the war 

spent all my time in school

in training, in the gym 

I was getting ready 

to make an appearance

bright as bad penny 

my own understudy

all my life a hunch 

I’d be away for training 

on exercises, when the call came  

then I was the half way arrow 

limp with what’s next 

and who can decide (?)

I made forays, reckies

sat for the portrait 

attended fittings 

was getting things just so, just right

a question of propriety! 

dressed for the part 

drew salary to show

so  might write it 

on a stone one day 

on water, in the air 

all of this as if 

come the time then I would live

but you had to have been there