The hammering of a flicker
ties us to one another.
And together the old sense
comes round like an approval
from sleep,
comes to sip the universe,
an old fashioned cocktail
mostly beautiful.
We need this intermission
The brute ankles of the problem
sometimes weave
sometimes glimmer
sometimes shine
from lilac loss.
The bay touches a chamber of the heart
Walking around the market before it opens
may repair the wildflowers
before the rain.
Switch to something in the experiment
The use of glass immediately
drains off this sunny, sunny toaster
looking natural before the gardens.
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