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rooster
mechanics
all
this that the shed
angles
of tin
and
smoke to stand in
half
paddock already
last
of the fixed stars grazing
who
knows which kiss is death
a
peck?
cluck
this
chicks
scatter
how's
my comb?
numbers?
have
them in my head
a
leap as if in flight
even
a fire will teach patience
distance
has a long way to come
a
traipse I call it, don't you?
so
many degrees
keep
cranking
keep
cranking
and
don't you even touch
it's
this way ladies
shy
twice until
chicken
or the egg?
you
choose
from
other fences far in rain
call
as if kingdom too
there's
some silence I won't be
that's
between of breath
this
sun is a problem we solve
all
under heaven at work
a
doodle-day
a
doodle-doo
each
acre subtly different
long
winter's wish
by
valley mapped
we'll
all be in the soup
ReplyDeletelove it how
rooster mechanics
stay so clean