A slight gas exhaust in
the kitchen breezes,
crows and sparrows,
cool, gold-green jungle;
dishes pile up.
Young women whoop;
drying plastic bags shift
over the sink. Crows caw.
Blackberries fall off
vines, overripe.
Sparrows rub their
vocal cords together
to produce autumn
sounds. Green tea
at the kitchen table
for murmuring
reflections.
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