#361 my basket is nearly full

not until you dip your toes into a soggy desert or walk across a dusty sea will you finally know that every contradiction is righted in each and every disbelief we turn out the light to say goodnight we wave goodbye to taillights down the driveway and sometimes hello really means goodbye i’m raising my hand one of everything every year and every year another my basket is nearly full maybe the wrong number messages on my machine are really for me but joseph it seems he’s in a heap of trouble we pull our own oars but i’m so tired one of everything every year and every year another my basket is nearly full epw 4.15.08 perrysburg, oh