4

were the ways

got us across the days

unscathed

4 were the winds

altogether kept us

centered

4 were the fires

could not be

extinguished

4 were the reaches

at the ends of

the earth

2 times

did i call out

to you

2 circles

over

       lapped

the birds

upon the wire

      they

fell

took flight

and

the sky

    the sky

the sky

was

water

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four found a friend
in four

four and four made
of arrows

birds flyin cross
some tracks

of elbows
of arms

profile made
four -n- four
side by side

in prayer

and greater
than the sum of them
selves

with gods

the deuces held court
the days were short
inside them

the nights began
at eight

do over

Not all was well, there was a zap and i got zapped, I don’t know why it was me but it was, i didn’t need a charge this morning i already had my green tea extracted and my acid was lactic the ultra didactic. Someone was having a bad day. Someone really hurt me and thought it was okay. Someone deserted me and i got zapped. What can I say? Someone didn’t mean it, they were having a bad day? I wanted to have patience I wanted to be tolerant I wanted to be loving I wanted to be kind. But i got zapped and i kinda lost it, today, not all was well so i gave myself away and traded bullshit for bullshit on a five minute text exchange in the pits of interpersonal refuse calling out a hater like i had nothing to lose. But i lost it. For a moment i lost my sunshine my peace of mind and got zapped. Oh well. I’m gonna forgive myself and start the day over.

door 4

I looked around the room and saw the goodness in the space. I will be writing many books in this room, I told myself, so far I have written one. The room feels magical to me. Spacious. Full of books. Three doorways: one to the kitchen, one to the closet, one to the city streets. Oh! And door number 4. The one which opens up to new worlds.