wool-making

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we listen for ska in the woods
we give directions for food
we build shadows on
our sponges while the
colors of a thousand minds
color us with their sound minds

you ask me to reserve a seat
as planes lift huge air timber
and tremble overhead

our solution,
reserve nights nearby
so the castle can establish
some construction,
but wool-making is slow

wolves pass priests
gently and wetly,
you nail a list of deeds
to the motel door

we're all groomed and grown,
found small on a swing,
hunting as others pass
when you wish upon a sound
it makes no difference where
your body is found

the girl of legend is a
full band scandal,
you're all on board,
so collect your leaves
and be more obvious

the hunting mind
is always guilty