Have to find the lost
Have to line up the bobbins
Have to clear out the drain gutter
The skaters have redoubled their figures

That kid has left his jacket on the swingset
Where once she embroidered fantails
No it’s just a patch with his name
Manufactured to look like embroidery

Folded up in the back of the station wagon
Like an old-fashioned carpenter’s rule
Emitting sounds
Of tormented celebration

Foursquare bannister
Oblique safety measures
Embedded in the poignant reflection
Have to arrest that tumbling mass

Have to reduce the viscosity
Have to register the variants
The clouds look like applesauce
Have to remember the