#850 - day scribble

 

3.v.22

850

3.123

day scribble

 

as wheel as hoof

as clouds write sky

 

bees loud in their loves

such arcs inscribe

 

streets seem fixed to the ants

but go off willy nilly

 

so we word on and think it

much mattering

 

as if cast for the part

light shines outside in

 

oars trace the pond over

whim weed past

 

stars unseen in their ancient courses

stars behind this all