the swallows nesting under the stage
are early risers, the bastards. so cheerful
it seems that even the sunrise
arrives slower, hoping they’ve moved on
to post-breakfast nap
Tag Archives: birds
Day 122, 2023
a swallow skates above the whitecaps
sharp-winged against the wind
pushed back, pushing forward
“vagrant seeds”
the river seems calm
we’re waiting for high water
the song of one robin breaks above
the garbage truck, the ambulance sirens
the thumpa thumpa of semis
westbound on the interstate