when the Moon goes bowling

That mellifluous stories shared, like a ripple effect, casting out the pindrops, making murky the decision, silencing the critics while making extremely visible that which isn't - can all be said to have happened in the last fortnight. The true test will be this weekend when the quest for reflection is posed while I idle.

If a leprechaun can sideswipe the saddle, who is to benefit?

If a pine writing unicycle rider can exclaim poetry, who is to listen?

If a tempestuousness descends upon the micro, who is to calm them?

As with all of our finger nails and toe nails, time will tell.