To Put It All

A way forward without.

What to remove from the
drawer above the collar
which is of course mislocated.

Ruminations pretend to be
while definitively they are not to be.

And yes, we are yet,
steaming not quite wet
on a humid Saturday afternoon
after a nap, dispelling soon.

Away from prepositional logic
next to the kitchen door
a figment of a tree pretends
to be happier than its fellows.

Where did we get here;
Why are we throwing
What we had into
Wiser silences.

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