waiting for the snow . the shovel stands patiently . with nothing to do
when a sailboat sees . its own perfect reflection . it’s staying anchored
finished for the day . the snow shovel waits, until . called upon again
what something has been . does not make it the one thing . that it has to be
the lightbulb’s purpose . is to cast light; not decide . what to cast light on
just taking up space . is oftentimes just waiting . to become useful
the spider’s worry is only to spin the web not what it will catch
having a purpose can be open to varied interpretations
decisions are made everyday, that should be rejected outright
we don’t plant the chivesfor their beautiful flowersthey bloom anyway
uptown jack 