Spring Garden, with Clockwork Heads.

In the lull of noise
after the perpetual cadence
of an April shower,
she looks backwards
to see the impossible.
Wicked specimens
of crystalline lunacy
kept in piggybanks
and seeded with potatoes
in the vegetable patch.
Where Hardscrabble the cat
digs through leaves and discarded pages
of a literary magazine
to unearth nascent prototypes
of clockwork people
with crystal skulls
and a streak of Indiana
leaking from their veins.

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