Non-Erotic Poetryhouse of blue gablesas familiar as tequila mocking birds
the tap tap rhythmic roof tunes
play to each metropolis
every plaza, dwelling and
town
but, when lightning travels
they park their hammers
and blow taps
in our public pubs
so here’s to the roofers
as they tap
to the beat of the sun...
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