#1414 - on the day not here

 

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on the day not here

a poem for every arrival

 

nor quite yet in the picture

resist embrace old habits

 

no need to unpack yet

I might have brought the rain

some streets

I’m still at sea

 

bright dream might

call it thing for what?

 

chish and fips

a ficken shop

 

let every clock its tune

let sky

 

set new traps

 

face old disasters

 

chalk up the steps

 

stretch to the shape I’ll be

 

let aches out

 

rabbits from the hat

who knew?

 

they’re out of it too

 

a ghost aghast

 

in dim day

die hard

 

sky gathering to this conclusion

 

touch nothing

 

settle

be self as well

 

nothing to do

nothing to do at all

nothing to do with me