Reeds move. Might such eavesdrop

hearing forest: hide the bruised hips.

Slug hands call the shell its shadow—

never phone baby, but I pear. Light the seasons:

sleeping of collapse, slight bending,

five white in trees rather than puddles

            warped away.

Symmetry of violet. Museum ahead:

analogue yesterday. Witching meat

but swim daughter, noise: the rain, the rain.