the tree on the hill drops ¶
that roll down & gather by
my back door.
A yellow bird lives
in the tree & sings
¶ ¶¶ ¶ ¶ ¶
in the morning, the tea
¶ out of the kettle ¶
spilling into autumn
air ¶
changes the weather
¶ ¶¶ ¶¶ ¶
clouds that part at lunchtime.
¶ to open Campbell’s tomato soup
the can crunched & reused into ¶
29 September 2006
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oooh, my favorite part (other than the tree that drops ¶) is the yellow bird ¶ songs that break the stanzas. who knew that something that says nothing could say something? this is cool because each ¶ could mean something different to each reader and each time it's read again. nice nice nice. ¶ ¶ ¶
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