Twee birds, rumbling boat horns,
rough timber movement
rolled up for the night
into a living room carpet spiral
with socks and cat toys,
spoons, string, lost chopsticks.
Leaned sideways through the timeline,
bending toward a corner wall.
And then shook out at new light.
Dropping like 6 am jacks
onto the hardwood floor.
Morning Sounds
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Loved this one, C.V.! “rough timber movement” (great roll to that line), “Leaned sideways through the timeline.” I sense a new music, and like it lots.
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