listen to the bird sing
as the day wears down
to merely hours left
on the clock
going to have to remember
to pick it up the next time
he is there
reading charles ‘come on in’
as if he was still
alive
listen to the bird
live free if we could
but
none of us are free
hands bound
to one another
in a circle with no
beginning
and it’s only an end
because we do not know
what comes next
listen to the bird
and the child mocks
my art sitting
cross legged
in a metal chair…
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