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signalling toward, shall I listen? the sounds of neighbours
grass grows
trees read. Hands turn.
if I settle here hip, will wall be a tomorrow sign?
Phew, they said. Phew. It’s not hot. I thought, Suddenly.
Details of signatures. Fingers and pens describe and yearn to nestle.
A hooded foreheaded stroll. Woodlands, purple flowers,
Figuring out how to navigate the weeds Swing the torso right and fold
to ground. Roll and rest.
Breathe out multiple times,
or once. Knee cap up.
Interlocking
considerations confabulate
a motor-ride, an
engines’ time, a seagulls
windy, cloudy, buffeted
glide.
Higher now, the
moment of simplicity arrives, it is a relative rise and fall which becomes
more elegant as the
settling finds its drawing
down to rest, wings
close, tide in.
Stardust enfolding claws
and breakfast bars.
To push back a shoulder full of steps that repeat.
Not moving.
Elephant and giraffe joints
between shoulders, co-join
flap to swim.
I wasn’t sure how that would sound.
You are shielded by greenery, by that fluid kind of traffic
There is a bubble containing most of you, you turn around without
even knowing gravity’s laws you stretch further, again and
long as a razor’s work, long as an unspooling
you settle in a salt jar of rest.