A blackbird sings from the sundial.
At the edge of eye-field, a chisel
bashes and dents. Somewhere within:
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The workmen concentrate on shifting
a mirror upstairs; the stairs vanishing
with it, leaving behind a game of pool:
the double-kiss between ball and ball.
Blackbird becomes a grackle. One should,
to be attentive now, see the world
through an earthworm’s eyes, inching
forward in the twilight, until the linchpin
fireworks cascade in a lightstorm of pause.