The cattails threaten to stop exposing the wind by falling into the edge of the least harsh flowers that nature could have chosen for a hot day over a small damned concretification, watched legibility, cascades of causal dissonance roast clouds from the bottom up; given to a fork stuck up like an antenna taken to simile in stencil structures of real incomparable words, dragonfly removal won't be accomplished by going where there be them on the map, but we can get close by flapping our strings and touching a few notes setting off the completion of tasks.