skipping beats.

awwwwwwwww, man!
duders,
my big fun vacation week with my kids
is drawing to a close even as i type.
harvest and maple head back home,
courtesy of my livery services,
this very morning,
in just a few hours as a matter of fact.
lame.
we packed the week to the tippity-top
with super-fun family togetherness
and fatherly know-how,
and active participation.
...and fireworks, neighbors-yeah.
don't forget about those orchestrated, socially included,occluded,
clouded over bright spots in the rain.
that happened, after all.
an almost-expert expression of celebratory jubilation.
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little-ish girls growing up and getting bigger,
spanning time in the woodsly goodness with
the spirits and memories of their whole short lives
as the overall atmosphere of the Fortress falls through,
like a jar with a lit candle being capped with a lid.
it uses up what's there,
and extinguishes itself for the effort.
no oxygen, no light, y'all.
a used-up and burnt-out smoke ring,
winding it's way inside a vacuum
like an opposite and unequal echo of what was.
5am, sunday.
how much does that suck?
i skipped yesterday,
and give y'all this as a consolation prize?
feel consoled?
i'll bet;
never quiet, never soft.....