#361 my basket is nearly full
not until you dip your toes\ninto a soggy desert\nor walk across a dusty sea\nwill you finally know\nthat every contradiction\nis righted in each and\nevery disbelief\n\nwe turn out the light to say\ngoodnight we wave\ngoodbye to taillights down\nthe driveway and\nsometimes hello really\nmeans goodbye i\u2019m\nraising my hand\n\none of everything\nevery year\nand every year another\nmy basket is nearly full\n\nmaybe the wrong number\nmessages on my\nmachine are really for me\nbut joseph it seems\nhe\u2019s in a heap of trouble\nwe pull our own oars\nbut i\u2019m so tired\n\none of everything\nevery year\nand every year another\nmy basket is nearly full\n\nepw 4.15.08 perrysburg, oh