Wind Over Mower
Bird Over Clock

"pona squalor fickle finds frequent reasons to fall behind. so she can stare down at the dirt road and find things nobody wants to see. but let her read and let her move across the street and let the kids see how it should work if each one of you does what their suppose to do. so leave them alone. let the mad mother of their mind work and move in. still perched and protective on the branch. nobody knows her. let her drink the worker and the skull with the doll and her dream."