snails climb the walls
to eat the paint or what
pulling their unicorn horns
along behind them
spiraling back inside
when touched and
dropping to the ground
and the cowbird with
his hooked beak flings
the gravel everywhere
digging for grubs or
worms while the barrel
cactus drowns in his own
saucer full of rain where
the lawn chairs lie plastered
with yellow leaves and
the limestone angel’s head’s
really looking green this time
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