a five year old boy,
black as coal,
weilds a stockwhip
in the yard. It's
shortened for him-
still he makes it crack
lightning and thunder.
on the cyclone fence
a black crow steps
gingerly toward
a chirping chittering
willy-willy-wagtail
whose lifelong mate
skips and hops
in the waterfall
of a plastic sprinkler
to settle the dust.
I'm a cityslicker in
an exotic world again,
breathing in
true bulldust,
watching out for
King Browns.
(photos from Internet - not mine!)
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