tossed by the morning breeze, last night’s party balloons keep celebrating
some things seem to fit best, where they do not belong where it makes no sense
what we’re protecting determines how serious the security
what we imagine is what we want to believe can someday happen
every hole dug has the possibility of total collapse
to know we don’t know is to understand the need for a specialist
i stopped in mid-thought without understanding why and failed to resume
sometimes a story has an obvious ending that’s still a surprise
we may be ready to let things go, but don’t know until we drop them
the first of each month we see what other people no longer value
uptown jack 