Matthea Harvey

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• Bird Transfer
• Color By Number
• Reverberations in the Snail / World

Bird Transfer

Unfasten the crows & the clouds
come crashing down. It's a window

into the lightning-struck-ago:
diamond sunspots on the videotape,

coins hitting the fountain floor.
Invent the sun & edition the trees.

Center your swan on the pond.

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Color By Number

At eight the gate clicks open.
The shrubs indent themselves just so.

Behind us pebbles rise up
through the paths. Bird machines

trouble the foliage. A valve
hisses and the violets bloom.

Then according to plan, we hijack
a pram & trap a portable puddle.

It is anxious & looks like us.
We almost take it home.

Instead, we hide in the hedge
& wait to throw it. We’ve a mind

to change the weather.

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Reverberations in the Snail / World

Engine: _@_

She went pedaling by—
Nystagmus, (Sir Roving Eye)

addressed the before and after.
West of this week: no kiss

on the cheek. To the east,
reverie, reverie. With his verb-

foot he is always making
sentences. Now, as subjects latch

onto objects, he has found her
in a whir of pedal-circles, in

the bicycle trail post-puddle.

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