make believe tomorrow

need to get out the country
do something new
listen to Phish again
in a few days you

feeling restless
like it's all falling into place
kind of like the paradox of time travelers
in the past create themselves who

make believe a bright light see it
make believe nothing too

meantime some seagulls all standing
in a circle in a culdesac
one
silent as the next
kicks a pebble stops to think
of flying to

but how far when
tomorrow it may be nice here
nice
to stand in a circle warm asphalt
underfoot again
and to fly
where
and to wonder
why

and to wonder
is this poem about birds or feelings?

don't know what this is
about
or don't want to say

maybe both

maybe it's about traveling
through time
or how to make believe
tomorrow

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