Swallows + Frankenstein

Even between the powerlines, collapsed and rusting, the swallows sing and swing their bodies, dodgeballs on an invisible tether.

Motion tied together, the chords getting shorter by the hour. What need was there to tether in the first place. Once can only imagine the maw that holds the end of the chord.

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I cannot do home improvement
I can only do home unimprovement
I hammer nails crooked
Every project in demolition
Each board reveals new creative solutions
previous owners used
the house has been described as Frankenstein