SOMETIME IN THE SEASON a shower blowing headlines past randomness takes over anything you feel or say while you think what is common to all? having a throat you could say that the need to eliminate you could ditto the line of blowing has its startles and surges and you are no more still or less blown and could you be the possession of all and understood by all and if so the result of all this being swept here and there is you maybe the only integrity of the line we pursue is its waver how many times the weather will not let us be and when the sun goes down its hole and clouds come over the sky out of nowhere progress is being made like a sudden drop in temperature that comes with gusts sweeping up trash and twisting with them down the street