Frozen Sweet Wagon
to this, tempest parading between my front
door and the corner store. I shuttle without
regard for the color of the leaves, cocooned
in salient salts - summer fills the air with water,
fish meander out the backdoor gutter. Many
faceted, this remainder of the band, all brass
gravel and copper kettles, lollygagging tuba
tail minding the arrhythmia. Legion tune
marmot mammoth, assimilation of the beholder.
Nightly, I assemble the band, whistle fabled
teenage scream only calico rodents snatch.
Lilly your ears, plug your wonton gapes with dirt -
come morning the band dissipates, leaving tuba sheared,
nude.
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