it's in the ways

when they disappear
they're all gone
gone with the wind
fledgling in a bowl
when the gift catches fire
there is no more
laughter in abundance
the news gone blind
blind with nothing left to do
gone around the campfire
watching what to do
a blind mess walking through
a surgeon's hat a messy coffin
trap doors open and shut
wandering what to do
a tree hides a ghost shivers
blind see deaf hear
wandering what to do
a grassy hat a toad a steer
passing over
what's wrong right between
a featherbed catches the worm
the rest are watching and praying
the bed looks comfortable
hiding a peculiar way
sun shines moon gathers dust
it's not in the telling
it's in the ways

denis streeter    2/25/21