screws loose in plastic bottoms
scribbling away
loose feathers on the quay
down that old highway
something better
a ground reed whistle
a cockled door
a raised eyebrow
whistled out the door
fronting each side away
green before white and grey
they all fall down
time to see another day
before the blade falls
another shelter burns
flies and turns
gravel dish stone
harboring grounds
before the fire broke
sand flew
dust chattered
denis streeter 4/7/20
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