Scanning a Periodical with a Planet Looking Over Your Shoulder

It’s twice we encounter
an unknown fortune

A caught fish may reveal
a blueprint inside it

Pull the trigger on a cap-gun
to see how odd that feels

A complacent animal still
needs its whiskers

Better to go golfing
than to contract a virus

Everything is listening
even the mirror

The rubber tires
all holding their breath

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