that’s lying around outside the house,

on the deck, in the driveway,

and about the grackles and sparrows

moving their beaks in clumps of sumac,

catalpa, and oak. Now slip in something

philosophical, some question concerning

choice or hope. Perhaps a generality about

mortality, love or the news of how our

disappearance is not news to many of us, how

we often slowly fade fully aware of our thinness,

the transparency of our being. Leave this

as a question to be pondered by the reader,

then make sure the lines are arranged right.

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