clay is molded shape
… the wood
chippings scattered floor
settlements rise (then shawls,
in the crispy dust,
fly (looks to moons in stuck orbit
the cough of a wheat field
“what are they whooping? Get the maple!”
who? cities for two
points … rock at a premium
battering windshields
sheep bawling whose lungs beat
the day is won
With thanks to Ashbery and board games everywhere.
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