Parading

if you hear

Shake your head.

Look at us, she said. We are all of us in this room

Cymbals are played.

and the owl says it is summer

my eye is craving it

then they continued their silent journey

The master hasn’t been among us long.

The body / puts glue on a twig and catches a bird. Glue is a tool,

no matter how one applies oneself