The rapid flute of birds
is overdone–

flying through loops
of branches, etc.

Give me a
sculptured break,

e.g. snapped twigs,
seesawed oaks.

I look for a natural disorder
to split the monotony

of days watching
windows of walkers

to the tune of A/C’s
perpetual, tone-deaf baritone.

 

(originally published in Ink in Thirds, Winter 2019)