talk is monotonous as hearing is humorous.
maybe it’s Boise, or maybe it’s art
on salvage paper. a milk carton
Ms. Mcgillicuddy saved back.
the sky that listens empties itself
so soot can smooth into feathery cracks.
saliva isn’t hopeless. it helps hodgepodge stick.
&remember, simple allegiance to mundane is best,
or else details will run away.
so look again. it is infinite.
houses start as sticks and bones.
sky and land are thirsty souls.
shepherd’s hook casts a thin tree shadow.
you can imagine leaves or even a title.
for Real Toads