the day lathered up
like dishpan hands
and the clouds
bump along
like a do do wah
or careless doodles
little salt shakers
just spillin snow
on unkempt neon
dreamin every instant
of the unruly night
but no never mind
they just bump along
with a fa la la
falling in line
like spectators
speculatin
what comes next
but that’s
the trap
they get plump
and ponderous
when they should
move quick
like a hey you
or a shoop shoop
instead they
like to linger
but will not
approach or answer
if you say
come in
or try to
dry their eyes
with no birds
to carry them home
they just bump along
they just saunter by
Love. Especially "plump and ponderous."
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