etch a sketch digeridoo--

a window's belly button blown

out.

umbilical skyviews of an

embroidered

desert scarf--transfusing its frozen

blood bank.

there's still a cloud with a serpent's

belly--shining down & covering up.

with a handheld mirror over bitter

water--that at first glance preserves

the baby fat of greenery.

blackbird murmuration peppers that

salt...to float as hover, pejoratives

of flying.

their telepathy mutes static barriers,

with volume left on

to the maximum dictates of wingless

flight--which  pass over pattern.

to beat that bitter water over their

backs, between their wings.

it's when water drinks--it's when

Her Voice hurls forward the arrestive

sounds of a beak drinking murmuration.