We say we don't
but we do

things don't just fall from the sky
but they do

suction
the production

of a partial vacuum
by the removal of air in order to force

fluid into a vacant space
or procure adhesion

that night those things you said
where did they come from

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~
Silver water
flowing out from under
moon-less-ness

Beautiful daughter of the stars
dancing in eclipse, remembering
the season of the sun

And how her
calculating love survived
its long hibernation
~

Without it
we are pedestrians

at a crosswalk with a redlight
that never changes

awash in petty laws
and ordinances

always afraid to risk
the tightrope of absurdity

but with it
the sky's the limit

and we can shed things
like old and tired cliches

the way we do clothes
that have long gone out of fashion

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stark

raw

naked lunch

loss

just words

they stare at me
every day

and I am still here
but you are gone

yet you are everywhere
now a conundrum

a Gordian Knot

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Packaging.
What’s
outside.
Wrapping,
covering,
hiding.
Packaging.­
Different
sizes,
shapes,
colors.
Some shiny
Some dull.
Some simple.
Some complex.
No two
alike.
Packaging
irrelevant
covering.
Shielding
what’s
inside.
Core.
Kernel.
Soul.
Packaging
superficiality.
Irr­elevant.
Hiding
what’s
at stake.
What’s inside.
Consciousness,
connection
to the
unified.
Past.
Present.
Future.
All one.
Universal,
milieu.
Journeys
the
same.
Experience,
growth,
de­velopment.
Packaging
immaterial.

A wind-up
tin soldier
walks across

the table stopped
only
by a jar of marbles

some clear some
opaque
some milky white

we can't change it
but perhaps we can
sweep it up

(but not under the rug)

tomorrow
will be a very
special day

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Thick nimbus clouds
against patches of white sky

more rain maybe
but either way gray

a bright red rubber ball
rolls down the street

still slick
from last night's storm

makes me think
of Superman's boots

our yard looks like
a lake

no matter how hard I try
I can't keep the basement from flooding

whit howland © 2021