4th

of July bagpipes                                   big mad Hitchcockian crows siren        families striding       hurrying want a whole lot of love           sings the Joplin mimic            white birch         willow swings          pollen the cars in shade way way down gonna give you my love staying in the house the crows outside are winning car door       a muffled crowd gasp      wheels at the top of the sky and waits the night sky's visuals called          "Untamed Retribution"        and "Rain Fire" an objective       sincerity         the war does not space itself two teenage             girls at the screen           with the sun in their eyes all day   time takes all the time         bright canisters in the culverts         girls read hills of it day-long trash truck heads down our street what a big engine        emergency brake distance between        telephone pole and queen palm's trunk smoke loops      from back of the house to front leaves no signet              in cloud                 sidewalk's scalding path 'neath county's ripe corn table globe's eggshell for romance    the girls layer their tears back into their skin many dawns     the boys waving bends air crosses clouds in hot nets increasing          the local tenor's uprightness fumes exhume the crowd stands open-mouthed heads lifted you you you you you and you send me smoke falls through each head of hair to each ear's size and limit love sound-chamber'd moon's far off place