chirps, moans, whistles
I open my mouth and a sound comes out
Friday, November 23, 2007
coming through, blowing
a few squeaks, occasional lurches, steady rattle
smoke from the diesel engines wafting past the windows
slicing across fields, roads
startling the cows
rousing from the telephone wires
a bouncing ball of birds
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