all things break
all things can be mended
not fixed as if never broken but repaired
with intention
even if one part is unaware of the calculations
sunrise beach
six hours
then three more
boys 3/4
plus ones X two
dogs half
not mine
he stayed home with her
dropped parts
I don’t want to pick up those pieces
the present holds all of my attention
except maybe a niggling part
or 1/100th
weary of that section that make up this hole
I created
I will find intention
that is what I do
wisdom that is
sometimes just age-
somewhere along the roadside
when wheels turn to the equation I 
wouldn’t even call this data worthy of a poem
it is necessary to work it out in longhand
so there you have it