smooth relay

with a thick and airy 9 inches on it
no one on foot and each sound wrapped 
in echoing gauze
town is kind and eases me into the tavern
where my hat fits so nice like it’s barely there 
old men play the blues like they barely care
young women flap their shoulders like they’ll 
take to the air

i with my floating hat can take a slow seat
feel ink on paper again 
as one word begets the next
any urgency breathed away
there’s nothing to be done
and nothing is hidden

revelations simply observations
tied to notions held falsely dear
i’m partial more today to motion, potions
devotionals 
my love has come so easy this season
and can only be passed on 
with the loosest of grips