the rattle and skid
of a can being kicked down the street
has no room for echo in this heat
somehow a dove with electric blue eyeshadow
has managed to make it's way to the seeded feeder
while a male lights beside her hoping to generate
a little heat and seed of his own
my beer is full of flies
drunk and drowning
and the sunflowers have all wilted
under the wrath of their namesake
my youngest
newly two
squeals and splashes in six inches of water
and yet again
i realize that i have alot to learn from her
NH
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