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April 17, 2024

Birds Are Singing

hear birds singing, why do they sing
nothing to be happy about

a cool morning but so uncool

I see a wooden fence barely standing 

held up by waterlogged half-rotten posts

thick orange yarn, rope, small lengths of chain

an old style long white extension cord

to keep from falling down 

like the drunk stumbling out of a bar at closing time 

grabbing at rails, door handles, walls

to keep from face planting and turning his nose

of the part above his eyebrows into a bloody mess

tall logs from a fallen tree fill in the gaping gaps

keeping the dogs inside the yard

see my boot outside in yard

laying in the grass, the victim of a dog

who at least didn’t chew on it