goodness, goodness, goodness; goodness' sakes alive

[fflo]

That's a thought rut I frequent hoc anno. A line I say aloud in kitchens and elevators and on the street. Word rut. Motto. Phraseology du jour.

Now, more lingual doodling:

    There will be time, she said,
    wise; beyond her years, those words &
    their buoyance float back again,
    but this time they're mine, or can be,
    if called for: a thought, of many, on
    what a good poet would detail,
    yet I shan't. Another aesthetic in
    play here trumps prosody but good.