Breakout blanket
Breaking
out of constant rhythm,
Embarking
on a freefall scrawl,
Can you
catch the words tumbling,
Tripping
off into your hands?
Pins and
bells and discordant rattles,
Competing
in this spaced-out juncture.
Jangle of
money – where did it go?
Relegated
by my silent credit card.
Blankets,
birds, pens, notebooks,
Ornaments,
photos, towels, makeup.
We are
bespoke recordings,
Jumbled together
out of sense.
Forget this
greying complacency,
Discard the
‘follow’ and the ‘must do’.
What do
you want to do today?
Is the
land fallow enough for you?
Vickie Johnstone,
May 13, 2020
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