Future Structure

All of the eggs in one basket colored
like catharsis
fell asleep and woke up ready for
someone’s survival.

Who does the squirrel look to for structure?
To the winter.
Where does the child look into the future?
At the grandfather.

Before the voicing of all my opinions
they did battle
over fields of solemn memories
odds were settled.

Get up stretch and stretch again
to fit this twitching morning.

The thumb could not decide on a partner
at the spring fling
so he dallied and flirted and twirled
with all the fingers.

No getting lost in the mire of evil good
for the winged.
No skidding on patches of loose gravel
for the walker.

Get up stretch and stretch again
to fit this twitching morning.

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