the sound the pencil makes when i press it against the wall
my neighbor is made of microphones

i forgot about the first time i saw the ocean
it must have been made of seagulls

the smell of leaves falling asleep
the sound of bicycle tires sliding across the pavement

i heard from some place but i dont remember where
the evidence of mankind is in the belonging

chances the washer in the kitchen sink will be changed by sunday
probably small