I Raindrops on sweet cement. The scent of hot candy in the hallway A crooked eye impregnates the floors and the truth Of anything remains fascinating as long as it's hidden You've hit a wall You get paint on tempered glass—look! birds tending to their offspring Under wind-blistered awning. Preening and crying for a sea change If it weren't for an open window II How many rooms have altered the course of your life? Can the uneven poem fit inside a breast pocket or survive a bare fridge? No need to answer the question; the question Keeps you budding, bending— Make it so you must seek further. If you say that you sought, seek again If you think you are seeking, keep that thought close. How beautiful The question—infinitely adapting, adjectived in service of fertile Inconsistency, chaos in bloom, inevitable Inevitable inevitable and and and III Raindrops on hot cement The scent of sweet candy in the attic Silverfish shuffling to the songbird's song The cutters at work The day wide
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