Mind brightens in eagle’s presence.
Is it any wonder
you would
put a camera
in the eagle’s nest?
Great horned beetle
walks through
imagination’s woods with my son.
I tell him the beetle has horns
He says, so does the scabbard
Then
More apple juice please
I ate all my noodles
Where he sits at the table, I know a man
who last week sat there, ate lamb,
told me lyrics he will write
when Angelina Baker speaks:
I think she will say the dough she makes
kneading it into loaves
brings a man to her
all his relics shining.
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