The 365 Project

gliding gliding
hypnotized
penny for
your thoughts
how much to
keep them
to yourself
make me guess
what broken bread
can’t be fixed
again what fish
eaten can’t swim
again what wine
can’t return to the
vine

meanwhile
night peeks
through blinds
and my light
sneaks
back though
neither have
eyes needing
blinding instead
a threshold
between life
and living or
knowing and
not

gliding gliding
hypnotized
america
a main drag
that isn’t
a cowboy
that’s neither
a continental divide
that doesn’t
a jacket that smells
of leaves and
leaving and in
the breastpocket
a notebook
that reads
itself

bhagiti 10.9.07 perrysburg, oh