Nocturnal anniversary - we use scoopfuls of three-wheelers to communicate. Several years ago the signal men were all sent to the penitentiary. Through his binoculars, pausing to take a sip, he could see the mall order oxidising. WIth each call white flashed from the owl’s throat. A visual culprit the reservoir eventually finds itself. Flashguns brought the bell of modernity to the agricultural community but they already had a good mating streak. At night he cleans his mop.
waxing moon
the covers come free
from the bed
William Turnbull. Head Blue/Yellow. 1956
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