#2216 -- it’s waking water tastes best

 

2216

7.23

23.i.26

it’s waking water tastes best

 

an age is ending, one observes

 

putting the old paper back together

uncrumpling, any order

it grows

 

sniff this

 

it’s how the sky’s for touching

for us

 

though the senses are diminished

 

so sunlight falls upon the page

 

must get back

 

it’s long through those streets

worth it though

never know at the time

 

the end of an age, I mean

 

a bubbler in the park along the way

and here’s before the tap

 

a cup of hands for the sky

 

time’s wave come again

 

we’re anywhere in the book now

 

we’re anywhere past the clock