Sunday, 8 November 2020

black woodpecker


at dusk you see a woodpecker

and everything is fine

 

blue tits the rattle of dead trees

 

asking the woodpecker

about the fish’s sneeze

 

ghost hare

across the path

her jewelry

 

shit or worse. a woodpecker

 

none of the kids 

wearing earrings


if your dream comes true you die 

and then a woodpecker

 



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