i think about the love of birds
between times dedicated to my present discomfort
the loss of birds
between such times
there must be others who do the same I’m sure
but not here
where every heart is sold to sameness and chained to daily bread
an insanity that does not pause to reflect on the firmament
i’d rather think about the love and loss of birds
alone, all alone
than spend one moment in communion with their tragic desperation