Can you imagine the rattling
If everyone cleaned their gutters at once?
A fishhook earring in every lobe,
A knife sharpener ringing the pig
At the bald tire gate.
Why don’t more people tend to hinges?
They allow us to walk on both sides
Of a thing.
Ah, there’s the first bug of spring.
It’s an ambulance racing down the alley.
It has its fine papery wings displayed,
And all of the dogs are barking jealously.
No kidding around this time.
The radio is buried under the roses.
I’m ready for the big change.
I want to see some action in that yard.
I’ll check myself into a wasp nest,
I’ll give the sundial a lucky spin.
The world’s little communal plot.
Can’t you imagine?
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