It's time we materialized a realistic world

     for our new self.

Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and

     shades of death——

               I need a few more minutes

with the menu.


Alright:  In an alley

          clotted with ground-ivy,

          a carefully guarded elm tree

          is dying (slowly,

according to its wishes), and two blue jays

          loudly chase yet another

          smart-ass squirrel.

We arrive in the scene on tissue wings.

          Beware, Butterfly,

          this is sparrow territory.

The whole thing can come undone.



          Act natural.




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