Fishing in France
Dangling a rope from the third floor
eventually catching a mattress
cross-tied obliquing the street
at full stretch.
Stuck in a plane tree for a bit
until further hands emerge
from a window. A lucky
bounce on the wall?
A wind gust?
It spins itself right
and inserts as neatly
as a coin in its intended slot
to general acclamation
from the street.
Now for the
fridge.
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