All things break
All things can be mended
Not fixed as if never broken but repaired
with intention
even if one part is unaware of the calculations
sunrise beach
north
six hours
then three more
boys 3/4
plus ones X two
dogs half
not mine
he stayed home with her
left behind parts
well done
I don’t want to go back
the present holds all of my attention
except maybe a niggling part
1/10th
weary of that section that make up this hole
I created
I will find that intention
because that is what I do
anymore
somewhere along the roadside
when I turn my wheels to the equation
I
wouldn’t even call this data worthy of a poem
though
it is necessary to work it out in longhand
so there you have it