Black, Orange, Grey

By | 31 July 2012

on my street corner
only the common crow
and hell-bent mynas
invasion hanging from their orange beaks

the black bird counts O’s
(always three)
and guards the fringe of road
           the city sky

it is the death father
           fence guard
           hater of all things

passing rain brings its own song
for a moment
           the birds agree
                      on silence

the sun casts its net through the fence
the bird on my corner
already its own shadow.


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