The first day of Summer
When the branch fell out of the neighbors yard, it knocked over the power lines. I was not home, and the city came and got the power lines up and running. They left the branch--all huge and broken--in pieces in three different back yards. My clocks, they all flashed 12:00.
I have fixed one of the clocks.
When the branch fell out of the neighbors yard and came crashing down on the corner where three fences meet, bringing the power lines down with it, it did not scratch a single dog or child. We all consider ourselves lucky for this.
The dogs have discovered a hole made from loose fence posts.
When the branch fell out of the neighbors tree, crashed down on our power lines but not our dogs, there was a moment when nobody knew what time it was. When we remembered what candles were for. The dogs, they have already forgotten why we have fences. And if it weren't for those pesky cars...those pesky cars.
The dogs have made it back home.
When the branch crashed, and the powerlines blinked, and the dogs escaped and the people were not harmed, there was a buzzing. When the branch crashed, the bees came pouring out of their home, surprised to find the sky so much further away and the ground so much closer. They started singing a panic song.
The bees, they sing this panic song. The hole, it is still waiting for the dogs to come teach us all about forgetting fences.
The rest of the clocks still blink 12:00.
Bees do not know another shape, only swarm.
I have fixed one of the clocks.
When the branch fell out of the neighbors yard and came crashing down on the corner where three fences meet, bringing the power lines down with it, it did not scratch a single dog or child. We all consider ourselves lucky for this.
The dogs have discovered a hole made from loose fence posts.
When the branch fell out of the neighbors tree, crashed down on our power lines but not our dogs, there was a moment when nobody knew what time it was. When we remembered what candles were for. The dogs, they have already forgotten why we have fences. And if it weren't for those pesky cars...those pesky cars.
The dogs have made it back home.
When the branch crashed, and the powerlines blinked, and the dogs escaped and the people were not harmed, there was a buzzing. When the branch crashed, the bees came pouring out of their home, surprised to find the sky so much further away and the ground so much closer. They started singing a panic song.
The bees, they sing this panic song. The hole, it is still waiting for the dogs to come teach us all about forgetting fences.
The rest of the clocks still blink 12:00.
Bees do not know another shape, only swarm.
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