Uncapped coyote-cackling cicada-grinding tree
toad tintinnabulations spilling off Jones Mountain
to ratchet home again home again my knowledge
pursuers & intellectual freedom fighters ready to
take notes, quizzes, exams, write papers, give
presentations, display posters questioning
authority, questioning everything.
Every summer ends the same:
cicada, locusts & tree toads
brekkety brek corax
corax
oyez oyez
you can
you can
yes
can come
home again
Calling for the re-commencement of scholarship:
leisure-time, gymnastic play of ideas & images,
noggin notions, controlling metaphors, hidden
assumptions & unpostponed joy to the whirl.
Thank heaven I know summer time’s almost
done (ratcheting a little night music to my mid
night micturitions) & we can be doing the thing
we do and love: reconfiguring chaos, anarchy,
common sense, nonsense & no-sense-at-all by
virtue of tuition, intuition, and—if encouraged—
counter-intuitively mothering invention & inventories.
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