One Greens are lithe as a broad leaf waves at the savior-progenitor, mistaken for yellow, total light is every rain's taut bow shot at recipients' fruitful glow. Two Snap at the spot where a weed was misidentified: legibility's clarity is not true to the yesterday storm that sent electricity's too many syllables into the inorganic dirt. Three Out of order, pictured as under a window surrounded by lead paint: lawsuit your way to the incorporeal formula and consider wasps a key component of the natural unfurling. Four Stochastic gaps between leaves make music for my griefs, a too-personal poem writ as a letter to other poets, please be pleased by our corresponding points. Five Copy the creatures who fear cats; scheme to build a relationship with crows; write a recipe and end on hypocrisy; in a river: flow to the droop on houseplant leaves mingle the side with out any eaves. Six I worry about numbers, qualitatively of course. Do they connect in a logical sequence? That was tested days ago, so many, they don't line up. A is for C and Be is a Deed; on four, start playing music. Seven Without analysis, scrutability does not follow form, and function wilts at its suggestion. Develop the picture of a day's future, oncoming night rushes the sun's recipients to drink until they overflow.