it has a plan
constructed elsewhere
I’m its guardian
watch as I slide
that slippery washboard
bringing the tide around
it can happen like that
so let the notebooks fly
they soar better anyhow
let them see the wind
from whence they came
dying a death onto paper
and living so long
to come around
and be made angels
they’ll thank us
all your inspirations
and mine



Copyright L.M. 2007.