You blink
   and the dogs in El Salvador bark.

A coin banks its hopes on a fountain
         and a bear breaks the filip-tip of a fern.

The drummer frowns at the ridges in his cymbals
            and the summer buffer in the silo spills.

The wingdinger forgets what her symbols mean
            and a canary forgets her nest in a mine.

Sleep elects a hummingbird
        and the physicist fires his whiteboard.

I bed the burn with aloe
    and you find your button under the cushion under your ass in the
    alcove.

I smother my sympathy
          and you smother your sympathy.

I lose my joke in syncope
          and the whole auditorium laughs.