i surrender but there is no one to take in my arms
stroke of midnight at the collaborator’s ball
i lay my arms down with ebbing strength
sure still not ready though the time is ripe
no one can say i was taken by force
hj is lonely crickets rightly intone chirrup chirrup
inundates night with urging a hapless task
for ones so small a careless step flattens them
let us say the world’s not quite ready and leave it at that
almost is good enough for the time being
rounding out the shape of adventure with words
promises more than the delivery truck holds
one two three it understands the stanza length by example
contributes space as its dumbfound name suggests it should
and questions using the period to make it stick
soon enough we will know if the force is with us or not
it doesn’t seem to be, however as the nomad’s say
“when engulfed use the waves”
let it roll, oh yes, and publish immediately!
leakejohn78 