Clean Hands
Clean Hands
When the sun sets
on our green mountain,
the sky seems white,
windy,
then a darker blue,
no flies nor mosquitoes.
Have you seen this tiny
bird at dusk behind our
flower shop?
What can this, yellow,
orange, grey pipsqueak
eat if night's insects
don't fly, too?
I have clean hands,
but no birdseed.
[confessional] check
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