incorrect memory

it arrived at me like a memory
now the day has started and we
convince ourselves to do what we said we would
opening the door to the burning sear
rising up to meet the heat of the street
rattling these bones and heart like a drum
enduring the land sending messages to us
complete the cycle and come back to the fire
time to take care of the jobs that are there
make the whole entire clock about what should get done
even though we are
moving in this process apart we are still very together
one and only day of this kind that exists
really like birthday and a christmas because
you let me be your giving knight sentry

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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