Bird hands

soar plexus summer-salt
against grain
down a milky way avenue

wondering between
pebble
jostled lots
parked against

brain-river

sized
pigeon
cooing
lament

against
sense
clink
chained

rink of ice
snow and glazed
butterfly
cups
chocolate
with
peanut butter

and of course
birds
outside are heard from window
above
the eyebrow within it

into tomorrow horses
there are
fleshes of saddle driven
as many cows as it took to stretch a couch

invention
handle
and cupped
again
grasp a sip
of water
hot

water

frothing
tea
steams up
out the window

a bird bath
to wash a watch of the
ticks that stick their numbers against the
need to see

all their song as clocks drone
and the numbers run on
a long line of history or the
length of train tack to build
the moon

a replication
of plastic spoons
and laces

from
shoes made in a factory
across seas

made in a
a machine
across
bee hives

disappearance of bees
across the street
hear a cat claw open a door
squeak

it suggest its parents are inside
a cupboard without a
roof to handle

such
brochure

rental insurance
liability insurance

but the cereal is all over the floor
and who is expected to claw at the birds of the morning

air to whisk out grey clouds
the present to perch
some eggs in a frying pan
while laughter resounds from reflection
of the bird feeder

through the window we go to the top of a mountain
poke light through an undefined hole

operations of this kind take hands
but more efficiently
we have an economy
a bathroom faucet
drinking tea
listening to a bird

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