hip

A woman walks her dragonflies
along the clocks nailed to the trees:
5:32, 7:09, 2:57, etc.
Wristwatches and snakes hang from the twigs and branches,
tiny frogs invent noise and roar in the dust,
dogs hide on the roofs from their own barking,
wunderkinder poke dirty fingers into the Sun.
The smell of celestial beasts is contagious,
their spectacles never hip.

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