always the same view
green stars at the horizon
birds cawing backwards like a Beatles track
the two stones stand still
but we know they are living
and in the night travel far and wide
sparrows pretend to be frightened
they are spies for the underworld
of animals that seek to overthrow mankind
a car door opens and closes. footsteps.
she walks but not on the ground.
floating, she is not at all what she seems
birds fly backwards
stones make a move
the woman comes in the front door.