I cut open the sun
Like a watermelon.
The whole of it
I swallowed.
My stomach is
A hornbird hollow.
September gone
October born
November follows.
I watch the tinkly tangly
Buttons and beads
Bob with the breeze.
Did you just say something?
Tell me please.
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