the scum of dawn
this wiggly neck
is the neck of gooses
who have long bird necks
and barking  duck-neck birds
birds make the noises
panic because babies need
protections and vibrating
gun-bullets
the scum of dawn mist slips
on my country-pond cheek
igniting new sunlight
quenching drunks
now lizards eat the goose eggs
snakes bite the shells of  duck eggs
the eggs dry on the rocks, passengers to dry husks
wiggling neck
is also a skeleton
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A few loose images from NY NY
Text and Images © Andrew Auten – All Rights Reserved
