Patterns

Smoke Harbor
Smoke harbor – new day
Curl up and uncoil,
deflower and reload, refresh
in crawling under my skin
Under my toes the ground caves in
Rethread and replace the grace
of that moment with sleep
Replace the increments
of darkness with morning’s questions
about the time,
because the light finds its way in
But don’t ask because I wouldn’t know
Unfurl my outstretched arms
to beeps and rings, to let them in
To keep them outside
the window, cars in line
Harmony with their direction
Objects of my affection
keep their distance
Distant grumbling, they whisper
this need and that
Always clocks to be punched in
Not ever too much
Fuck, it’s too much
Cooperation
Marked for life with circles,
longing for circular motion - movement in time
Swinging around,
run around again,
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