The sound of birds nesting
without dogs barking
ah I am
anticipating the oil of citrus rind
before I even get to the coast.

Din of chattering civility
at a fine old destination
shh where
will the man and the woman find
refuge from the boys and girls?

Voices in the gut of the night
loud drunk almost fighting
then waiting
for the stomping and the outburst
to wake you up again.

We headed out for good weather
here it is at midnight
tick of clock
my eyes are closed but rolling
like marbles dropped on the floor.

Wind seen from a distance
count to twenty five
oh approaching
what I saw when I was twelve
in a class full of milk cows.


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