the day ahead barrels
child to walk hair all bed
it is coming! the bird on deck
not an omen but the insect
beaked says a thing beyond
twitching which it does even
after -- already it may be
a dead one -- the sun has not
through the rowhouse row
bloomed nothing wants today to
instead a still air and cool
complains of for once the oncoming
warm nnnnnn if sidewalk film
roll'd backward feet'd up-fly
the hill pull unfalling limbs torso
tumbling atop sheets forbidding
to begin me collecting all day (end
so I forget like reversal) shards
until in they are tuck'd again -- in