#1460 - calendar correction

 

1460

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calendar correction

 

vortexy

in my head

the furthest reaches

 

these wilds a library

as dreamt

 

where I am led

bear, squirrel up

 

I keep a word and blue

 

this is a private poem

where when it is safe to imagine

 

not enough room

for the walls

in this room

 

keep it all upstairs

 

what happens

and what will

 

at tether end

or by the book

 

reach for your toes as well

 

there isn’t a beat to miss

 

any wild head will do