Richard Buckner Spell
A gentle warning to the neighborhood:
I understand now: I’d always known how. Here’s the story
of a when-you-would:
Everyone’s talking as they’re falling,
always thinking of rides to come.
The same is true: Fad and fuse as you’re sinking just
enough onto something coming --- another nothing (fast at
the strike), burned out and stunned.
Years unfastened, left unseen. A spell was moving. I let
it lose me. Things can happen like you knew they could,
without stopping.
Now you’re talking: Bring the gone back almost until
finally saying where you’re staying (also known as get-
your-fill).
Where’re you going? Nothing’s open.
Why won’t you try? Why won’t you trust?
