watching the polygons

 

when someone pours dad’s old tinker-toy box full of marbles on the roof & they spill down the sides pinging & plunking everywhere just everywhere until we can’t help but laugh even though the car & the windows & our strawberries & oh my the new azaleas

 

when the sky one-one-thousand flashes & we are caught in stop-action still frames with bette davis eyes until the giants two-one-thousand in heaven start moving their furniture lord that must’ve been a heavy chifferobe & the wind the wind oh my did you hear that wind?

 

so we sit in a bathtub with flashlights & blankets & our little dog too quiet like mice waiting we’re waiting for
 
 
technicolor

 

 

mary oliver

 

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