The deer and the antelope play
The hiccup of the telephone
Thoughtless thrumming his waistband,
thumbs hooked in belt loops carelessly,
gen
Hoover why you holding back the lake?
for the fancy tails
Snowflakes whip past my ears...singing songs with glass-pitched choruses (like
Empty pocket... take hold of the lamb's ear between
Quick to cry, nothing left.
No fountains rise, no rivulets.
No, "One
When you tucked my tails,
smoothed my hair,
on the steps of
So quiet, so quiet.
So, the avalanche swept the house above.
So
This is not the birds twittering
but the tape bending around
the
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