classical music and crows eating chips
is how good sunday pads our hips,
geraniums fatten by sunlight of window
crossword-puzzle clouds our dreams know
alone with a view of millions the same
together in solitude's communal blame,
sonata fondue, or more NFL
go to the mall, go confess blab all hell
pecking the crumbs, crow's rainbow attends
down below, stark street rain washed, mends
off the leash children throw rocks at stars
on the clock servants wind-up czars
the nap and siesta eloped in the beak
over the valley, a color in arc's peak
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