summer evening

The lunatic
Necks
Of the clover

Are ephemeral
Bowling pins

That blink like a bridge.

The end of the day sky
Has a restaurant chin
Like a drive in.

A reckoning of slapstick
to mend

And our daring doodles
To darn our noodles.

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