Coyote howls canyons into windows painted on the floor with crushed turquoise;
captured cranes secrete radon in the epoxied toolshed;
leopard spots, ripe for drilling, ooze white gas when hung on a copper wire.
I pull electricity from their softened bellies with loom yarn.
I map a shrinking map.
from Flood SongFind it in the library
Copyright © 2009 Sherwin Bitsui
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