#730 - hide under a rock

 

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730

3.1

hide under a rock

omikron panic

 

and in the after-ping

how fearfully a year begins

stay home save lives again

 

possum gods at the raised tomato

disguise myself in stormpaint

then the bug can’t catch

 

and other superstitions

I put on just for show

cross the line from nothing to more

 

we’re hiding under a rock here

happy happy, damp at times

a head out shines the kickstart sun

 

how full of the past we are!

topping all the graphs today

off the panic scale

 

take my biscuit jollies

roam the acres

get back under

 

what wars?

what plagues?

what pestilence?

 

you’d think when a year was over …

but no one talks about anything else

set weather catastrophic

 

for whom this turn round time relents

cross an arbitrary

we’re actually under a smooth stone now

 

inscribed with the breathless next words

ache, cough, must suspect

then breakfast

 

gods were born today

it’s day one in the big blank book

still, a garden travels on

 

as if in season

there is occasional poetry

we’re getting ancient here

 

a tissue a tissue

apocrypha too

under the rock

 

deeps of a well

and swim back up to flower

see how we’re making light?