Around the island a splintered ship


Contrary to popular opinion the table won’t abide the chair

The violet is shrinking beneath the blue umbrella

In the night air her match head flares

Raindrops fall in different sizes

The old man collects them in colored boxes

Windows are walls and still the bird gets in

Below the plank the clock is ticking


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