Like Year In Pictures Poem by Peter S. Quinn

We go and go like year in pictures
Hangnail pegs on its easy exposure
Birds in yearnings of daydreams fixtures
Filling pathways with thoughts of enclosure
Trying to be in our dreams what we are not
Living its illusion in futile fight
All reaching to be amid in its plot
Sketching its answer in the errand light

The dozens whipped by the high winds across
Failing to get to their quintessence point
In against the breeze that toppled their fifth-wheel
Like a freeway bridge collapsed into chaos
From the bright light of the blaze and the joint
Saying our sayings without reason - not the real