dawn
soft cold damp air on my skin, cows greet me the sky turns red, shadows appear in the reeds the trees, the cows, then my own good morning, let us greet each other. the river never stops. |
bush crickets call
katy did, katy didn't; in the world of small things, big things can happen. |
chainsaw
ROOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RR
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my three coins strike tin in the honesty-box at black dog nursery |
The distinct thudless expanse of the other shoe not dropping
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sudden, exciting chatter of jackdaws in the big tree across the street
just as sudden, flapping wings and silence |
The white sussuration of the furnace fan at the registers
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break off two icicles
percuss them together listen icicles sound twicicles as nicicles |
the soft drawn-out splash as the goose makes landing on water
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Opening day on the bay; Intermittent diesel thrum and twin-screwed cavitation underscores the yacht club cover bands echoing through the hull.
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the dry squeaking of rice crackers being gnawed into eternity
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E7 #9
you are the sound of all the things i want to do that will get me in trouble |
surely they don't expect me not to laugh at a good melodic klaxon
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the shrill cries of swallows criss crossing the rainbow sunset sky
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