Ten more pounds as you breath this air in
while small flying things establish more
colonies on a significant
portion of your disregarded
land mass while an occasional storm
brings no relief to little Tom
in his prospect of geraniums
thumbing in peace far from the noise of bones
being broken for the amusements of children
days grow too dark under the broiler
strange birds visit for a moment and
fly back as one of my fathers
said those wandering clouds at least
are worth a couple careful words
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