10 past 8am, the clouds are all furrowed up
as I enter the kitchen to make breakfast
sit with my one-minute oats (eating slower
to watch the crows)
Two blinds frame
the neighborhood
It’s just two on set today (they don’t have pupils
yet I’m directing mine back just in case)
My sister sprinkled peanuts on the lawn yesterday
I stepped on the lawn today, under all the furrowing
sounding like nothing ever happens here (not even
mockingbird visits) besides murders
and the handful of peanuts I
dropped in the grass, which
give me doubts despite
its greenness
sitting upright
in the still shadow
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