Peg strings to the flashing and shingle of the house—
wood, stammer, and hot aluminum, yawn!
Pluck strings to strike sound at the domed heads of moles—
wood stammer to pull, hot aluminum yawn.
May the chickens crowd paintcans and dip their rear plumes.
House, barn, gates—may they paint them, sidling with care—
may they joy to sweat at the harping round,
the boy’s fingers plucking, the notes
springing forth from the house’s bounds.
-2001
