listening to a late night heavy metal program
on community radio
in
my backyard
as
I write poems
some
poor unidentified bird cries out from the sports
field
adjacent my fence.
cries out for what reason I don’t know.
it is like a desperate yelp.
but
tomorrow
if
it is still alive
it will fly
above us all and beyond this island.
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