Passing by a beach

stick in hand

just drawing some lines

that soon will wash away

stick in hand

just to doodle

those stamped softly

with flowing ink

of the younger old

and older young

scrappy edges

sturdy

behind boundaries

those ready to wrap

in yards of yarn

any other shredded bit

waiting to trade dots, feathers,

gently shifted letters,

within the boundaries that weather

add to social papercraft

fluttering by

for a time

I wanted raven feathers

in my hair

but I also wanted silliness

and still a bit

now I want a swoofy dragon

too tired for fire

skitter by

you beetle

with your well known name

associate

of mummies and mystics

the meaning of your name

is scrawled along sides

of mansions

and you pass them by

On the subject of words

some spoken slip by

may not be choice

(if generally mild)

but I've never written

a single syllable

I wouldn't want to see myself.

everyday surprises of persons

are delights

are gifts

still impressions seep

and may be gilded

with filler

to make them like new.

once humming

it has fallen silent

the television sits quietly

turned off and organized

in its wooden home

among other electronic devices

and a ephemera of media

i imagine it asleep

what if it could dream

would it consider all our watching

then imagine watching us

considering us

once humming

then sleeping

and fallen silent

If I could spell everything out

With chocolate chip pumpkin bread

I would do it

Simple sweetened squash snack

To bring everything together.

Unfortunately

that only works selectively

In order to know

You have to understand

All the tiles in my life

have built these scores of words.

In order to know

You have to understand

No amount of analyzing

or even well made treats

Right you when you wanted them

Will bring you someone's soul.

In order to know

you have to understand

You'll have to find the right letters

before you can spell out a dream

and taste autumnal delights.