Entrance by Yoko’s Dogs

at ninety-five
he times his daily headstand
with an alarm clock

 
at the entrance with invitations
bright blue angels

 
no one knows what to do
with the blue whale
the spring tide washed in

 
the deck hand shifts canvas chairs
into the shade

 
stillness
a bird glides in the air
that isn’t there

 

 

 

 

 

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