Pits of Plus

It's heartening the starting
relieving the summer I mean
the ending the parts of the matter
the little matters whose parents
were not sure they wanted to
divide become astride sidewalks
pits of plus too many plums 
to add any more sums these caramel
ides of larches besmirch the voices
we hear them you hear them 
right I herd them these birds
who will not by any brush
enter hands or agreements
these deal-free birds I love
their no negotiation beaks
and their voices speak sans
offerings or receipts