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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